in this family, we slap each other around and call it bonding

Hattori grunted as he raised her up, felt her twist in his grip and his pale brows furrowed in concern. He was making a pointed effort not to grip too tightly, he didn't want to rip anything, but thankfully the fur on the back of her neck was loose for this very reason. He was glad to see his little one wasn't going down without a fight, her hind legs kicked out, pressing uncomfortably against the soft spot of his throat. A good target if he'd ever seen one. He took one hit, wincing slightly, before he moved to push her down against the matt beneath their paws. Easier said than gone given she was squirming all the while, to the extent he even considered she might slip free.