What's it look like? [Looking, duh!! If not for his shinki, then for his clothes, his cellphone, something! Just because some kid says so doesn't mean it's true. He could be mistaken or lying, though Yato can't imagine why he would. It'd be a lame prank to pull, even on a god. What would he gain by such trickery? A laugh? He doesn't seem the laughing sort...
But it seems that thus far the blond is right. No sign of any of his stuff. How irritating... And what's with the weird getup in the numerous closets? They seem like costumes or raunchy underwear! There's a naughty police man's uniform, for Pete's sake! Taking the thing out with a wrinkled nose, Yato lowers it slowly.]
Oh... That's... worrisome? Or maybe I should be relieved. Wait, where are we, anyway? [He finally ceases rummaging through the drawer under the bunk, sitting back on his heels to glance up at Bakugo curiously. It seems like this guy knows what's going on, at least. Time to get caught up to speed.]
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But it seems that thus far the blond is right. No sign of any of his stuff. How irritating... And what's with the weird getup in the numerous closets? They seem like costumes or raunchy underwear! There's a naughty police man's uniform, for Pete's sake! Taking the thing out with a wrinkled nose, Yato lowers it slowly.]
Oh... That's... worrisome? Or maybe I should be relieved. Wait, where are we, anyway? [He finally ceases rummaging through the drawer under the bunk, sitting back on his heels to glance up at Bakugo curiously. It seems like this guy knows what's going on, at least. Time to get caught up to speed.]