[The ironic thing is that Yato never expects an apology for the punishment he endures, justified or not. He knows that that the the wrath he incurs carries over to the more innocent mishaps such as this; reaping what he's sown, as it were. Besides, Hiyori can do no wrong in his eyes. If it comes from her, then it's divine judgment. Much more just than that of the heavens.
Point is, he holds no ill will for being turned into a projectile, especially since it won them the game. Which they didn't even know they were playing!]
We did pretty good together, didn't we? We make a great team!
[Somehow in the thrill of winning, he's missed the key word of "couple" that the attendant used. That or he's just so enamored with their prize, taking it from Hiyori so he can hold it up between them like it's a baby or something. His beaming smile shines from over top the plush, practically sparkling with delight.
It's such a simple token, yet one filled with much meaning for him.]
What should we name the little guy?
[It's a commemorative gift marking their time here at the carnival! They have to name it!!]
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Point is, he holds no ill will for being turned into a projectile, especially since it won them the game. Which they didn't even know they were playing!]
We did pretty good together, didn't we? We make a great team!
[Somehow in the thrill of winning, he's missed the key word of "couple" that the attendant used. That or he's just so enamored with their prize, taking it from Hiyori so he can hold it up between them like it's a baby or something. His beaming smile shines from over top the plush, practically sparkling with delight.
It's such a simple token, yet one filled with much meaning for him.]
What should we name the little guy?
[It's a commemorative gift marking their time here at the carnival! They have to name it!!]