[Now, Yato's woken up in strange places before. On top of an offering box, on benches, in some bushes, that sort of thing. He's never been inside a vehicle before, though! Especially not one so glitzy and glamorous, and while decked out in only a fancy gold robe to match the scenery. At first he thinks he's had one too many drinks last night and got picked up by some spiritually sensitive creep. A very rich creep, at that.

Throwing himself up out of the bunk he's on, he smacks his head on the bunk overhead, dizzying himself and sending himself careening forward into the other, occupied bed opposite. Whoopsie daisy! INCOMING!]

AUGH--!!

1.B Hired Hens
[Deciding that the best course of action is to go back to fucking bed in the hopes he'll wake up from this crazy dream, Yato rolls over in his bunk to face the window with an annoyed huff, only to come face-to-beak with one of the owl security guards, eliciting another startled yelp from him. Though this time he scurries back until he can hide behind the nearest person - you - and peek out from between said person's legs.]

What's with the oversized chicken?! [It's an owl, Yato...]

Yatogami

Height: 173cm (5'8")
Weight: Secret~☆
Age: 1050~
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Black

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Homeless Bums
• Heroes
• Househusbands

KINKS & FETISHES

• Bondage
• Hair-pulling
• Sensory Deprivation

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Slaying ayakashi, severing ties
• Drawing, weaving, knitting
• Combat
• Shibari Knots

[After finally being forced from the relative safety of his trailer, a bewildered Yato takes to exploring the resort. Once it becomes clear that some things such as clothes are free for use, he starts scanning the racks of costumes in search of something that covers up more than just his crotch. He's not a prude, nor is he particularly shy, it's just... odd being visible to people. He's not used to being seen!

Alas, there's precious little that offers any real coverage, so he decides to at least go with something he likes the theme of. The first being a sexy cowboy costume. Although when he goes to try taking it off, none of the fasteners will work, and even the vest seems stuck to his skin somehow. Growing more and more irritated by the minute, he whirls on the nearest person and, red-faced, asks:]

Gimme a hand with this, will you? Shit's stuck!

[Given his history in doing all manner of jobs, it's no surprise that Yato has some experience with makeup and hair styling. So he offers his services with confidence, tongue sticking out as he works on his latest customer. The brush in his hand goes gently through their hair, careful of any knots or tangles. Unfortunately, he's getting a bit heavy-handed with the aphro-laced hairspray, determined to make sure every strand stays in place. Sorry if you're starting to get a bit giddy and needy??

Finally, Yato pauses, beaming in the mirror at his unfortunate target.]

There! What do you think? Pretty good, right~?

[Having traversed his way to the Elven mountains, Yato sits down heavily on the ground with a sigh. He's managed to get into a sexy version of an mystical elf costume, leaving his arms and legs exposed but mercifully the tunic covers the major parts of his anatomy, save for when he sits cross-legged, as the skirt portion is too damned short.

He notes something nearby on the ground - lieberries - and, suddenly hungry and thirsty, takes a huge honking mouthful of the things. Chewing away, he turns to his companion and starts yammering.]

Mmm. Tastes terrible. [He pauses, frowning as though mystified by what he said.] No-- It's awful. [A look of confused anger makes its way across his face as he throws the rest of the berries away from himself.] The hell! That's what I meant!

[Clearly not though, because he lets out a frustrated scream.]

[Despite the trial and tribulations of being in the resort, Yato's actually having a somewhat fun time. He's determined to make the most out of his stay and being visible, and as such has opted to go to the premiere no matter what creepy things they have planned.

He especially appreciates the swag bags! Having rarely received a gift before, he eagerly dives in, face lighting up as he pulls out the assortment of drinks and snacks (doubly so at the champagne), though his face contorts into one of mystified horror when he gets to the sex toy: a gold skull with crystal crown dildo. He glances at his partner and shows them the crazy thing.]

Isn't this just a touch morbid? And kinda creepy? I mean, what if it's cursed?