[There are no hard feelings once the guy apologizes. At this point, Hiyori feels sorry for him! Especially when he hunches in on himself, his head hung in apparent shame.]

I think a robe would've looked rather more dignified, no matter how skimpy it is. But what's done is done, so...

[He smiles, tossing the vibrator-microphone aside. He still intends to sing, and giving up the microphone fills him with immediate yearning to have it back. But he'll get to the concert in a minute!]

You want out, right? First we'll start with this part.

[He reaches out with his gloved fingers, slipping them under the edges of that fake leather vest. Unlike when Yato was trying to get it off himself, it seems Hiyori's having no trouble pulling it off his shoulders. ... Huh.]

Arms up, please!