"Depends on what they're made of," Katsuki shakes his head. He can't fault Thor for what he says - even he has an issue with certain articles of clothing, especially high-collared button up shirts or things that are tight around the neck, like his school uniform - he always tends to keep the top unbuttoned some, and almost never wears his tie. It's just uncomfortable.

But he waves off the comment and just enjoys the peace and quiet, letting his frayed nerves unwind a little from that heinous party. No offense (advised: he means full offense) to those that threw it, or those that enjoy that shit, but he doesn't. His social battery depleted at light speed - fastest it's ever done - and now he's recharging. It feels good to not be bombarded with the constant noise and presence of bodies all around him.

"Mm?" he tilts his head back down and a smirk spreads across his lips. Oh, he has not forgotten the outcome of their first match. "Quick to get your fat ass kicked again? Fine by me - got a few moves I want to test out, and maybe I'll bring my gear this time around."

Hook, line, and sinker. He's not exactly hard to bait.