Oh, huh, yeah, I guess you're right. Don't worry-- I didn't mean it like that!
[He reaches out and pats his shoulder in a hopefully reassuring manner. He certainly wasn't trying to imply the kid was gonna croak anytime in the near future! Not unless he's into breathplay or something dangerous like that... For now though Yato mere nods in agreement.]
This isn't the sort of place for just anybody, honestly. It'd be enough to make even the hardiest of folks crumble from being bullied into doing things they don't want to.
[Lonely he might be, he never wants his Hiyori or Yukine to deal with any of this. Although if it wouldn't gross him out, he'd almost hope his dad would get stuck in such a place. Jerk would deserve it, heh.
Live long enough and you try all kinds of jobs and lines of work. Idols were big in Japan in the eighties, and Yato got it into his head to try being like those he admired. Unfortunately, not being human meant he didn't have much luck in that department. Alas! One dream down the drain... But like with most things, he bounced back, styling himself as something else. A delivery god--!]
Hey...! [He pouts a bit at being (rightly) declared unimposing, lip jutting out in a huff.] Not all gods are...! I'm a friendly, helpful god!
[He would probably be even more lacking in divinity if he was wearing his usual getup of a tracksuit and scarf... Not that his current attire is doing him any favors.]
No way, I'm over a thousand! Though I would say I'm a god of the people - I'm a Delivery God~☆! God of Fortune and Happiness! AND NO, I'M NOT A DAMN CULT!!!
[Sorry for the shouting, that's kind of a sticking point for him, as is obvious...]
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[He reaches out and pats his shoulder in a hopefully reassuring manner. He certainly wasn't trying to imply the kid was gonna croak anytime in the near future! Not unless he's into breathplay or something dangerous like that... For now though Yato mere nods in agreement.]
This isn't the sort of place for just anybody, honestly. It'd be enough to make even the hardiest of folks crumble from being bullied into doing things they don't want to.
[Lonely he might be, he never wants his Hiyori or Yukine to deal with any of this. Although if it wouldn't gross him out, he'd almost hope his dad would get stuck in such a place. Jerk would deserve it, heh.
Live long enough and you try all kinds of jobs and lines of work. Idols were big in Japan in the eighties, and Yato got it into his head to try being like those he admired. Unfortunately, not being human meant he didn't have much luck in that department. Alas! One dream down the drain... But like with most things, he bounced back, styling himself as something else. A delivery god--!]
Hey...! [He pouts a bit at being (rightly) declared unimposing, lip jutting out in a huff.] Not all gods are...! I'm a friendly, helpful god!
[He would probably be even more lacking in divinity if he was wearing his usual getup of a tracksuit and scarf... Not that his current attire is doing him any favors.]
No way, I'm over a thousand! Though I would say I'm a god of the people - I'm a Delivery God~☆! God of Fortune and Happiness! AND NO, I'M NOT A DAMN CULT!!!
[Sorry for the shouting, that's kind of a sticking point for him, as is obvious...]