[Strangely enough, it's not too different from riding a horse when you get right down to it; a light touch, a bit of gentle encouragement, and a smattering of discipline when necessary, and all is right with the world. Though perhaps it's going too smoothly. Not that Yato sees anything wrong with this development. He has had years of practice at a number of activities - it stands to reason that broom-wrangling could be yet another to add to his repertoire.]
Years and years of practice.
[He beams at her, proud of his latest accomplishment, when their ride decides it's not going to go so quietly.]
Huh...?
[He meets her gaze with an uncertain shrug of his shoulders, seconds before the broom takes off with Hiyori hanging from it. Like lightning, Yato's hand is around her wrist, holding her in place while his other hand grabs at her waist to try help pulling her back up onto the broom.]
HIYORI---!!
[Forgoing any thoughts of propriety, he grabs her flailing leg and pulls, forcing her further up onto the broom so she's balanced evenly on it. Breathing hard not from exertion but terror, he then wraps both arms around her middle, hugging her tight to himself.]
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Years and years of practice.
[He beams at her, proud of his latest accomplishment, when their ride decides it's not going to go so quietly.]
Huh...?
[He meets her gaze with an uncertain shrug of his shoulders, seconds before the broom takes off with Hiyori hanging from it. Like lightning, Yato's hand is around her wrist, holding her in place while his other hand grabs at her waist to try help pulling her back up onto the broom.]
HIYORI---!!
[Forgoing any thoughts of propriety, he grabs her flailing leg and pulls, forcing her further up onto the broom so she's balanced evenly on it. Breathing hard not from exertion but terror, he then wraps both arms around her middle, hugging her tight to himself.]
T-That was a little unsettling, huh...?