Yakov was yelling.
"How could you be so disobedient!?" he bellowed. "Every single time we go out of town something like this happens!" He paced across the entryway, blood pounding in his ears. "Are you really that incapable of looking after yourself!?"
He stared at the source of his outburst.
"Well," he shouted. "Do you have anything to say!?"
Makkachin looked up at him from the floor. The torn remains of the morning newspaper were strewn all around her.
She wagged her tail.
Yakov bent down to rub her ears.
"You are such a nuisance," he said with a smile.
Author's Note:
Yakov adores Makkachin you cannot convince me otherwise.
Also headcanon that Makkachin gives literally no reaction to Yakov yelling at her. She cowers whenever Viktor scolds her, hid under the bed the one time Yuuri raised his voice, but Yakov could be full on hollering and she'll just try to lick him.
