[Understandably, that first line puts Joshua a bit on edge. But he's a man of his word. If he said he was going to trust Yato, and last he checked, those were the exact words that left his mouth, then he's going to stand by it.]
[Literally.]
[Joshua squares his shoulders, pulling them back to an almost rigid posture. The only sign of movement comes in a gentle quake as he allows himself the softest of chuckles. Yato's right. He's not going to miss knowing that asshole.]
[It takes all Joshua has to not flinch as Yato's blade slashes near his ear. His breath hitches, but he plays it off as remnants of his fatigue, still very much pulling at him. He's definitely crashing directly into his bed when he gets home.]
[If he makes it home. He's used a lot of dreamotion today.]
[A problem for later (even if not much later). The present requires his attention. Specifically, those books piled up next to a group of mirrors, good as new.]
Oh! Thank you!
[Joshua offers Yato a wide smile, a strange contrast against his otherwise tired features, but sincere. He shoots a curious gaze towards the mirrors as he moves to collect the books.]
[There's a man housed in one of them. Yato's reflection? Odd how he seems to move on his own... or is it all a trick from the troupe has brought with them?]
[Whatever it is, he can't shake the feeling it might have something to do with whatever scuffle has him feeling so run-down.]
[He shakes his head.]
I've had enough peculiar magicks for one evening...
[The murmur is little more than a statement to himself. A promise to avoid any further trouble. One that shouldn't be hard to keep--he had no intention of getting into trouble to begin with.]
[Joshua turns again so he can bring the books over to show Yato the fruits of his labor.]
no subject
[Literally.]
[Joshua squares his shoulders, pulling them back to an almost rigid posture. The only sign of movement comes in a gentle quake as he allows himself the softest of chuckles. Yato's right. He's not going to miss knowing that asshole.]
[It takes all Joshua has to not flinch as Yato's blade slashes near his ear. His breath hitches, but he plays it off as remnants of his fatigue, still very much pulling at him. He's definitely crashing directly into his bed when he gets home.]
[If he makes it home. He's used a lot of dreamotion today.]
[A problem for later (even if not much later). The present requires his attention. Specifically, those books piled up next to a group of mirrors, good as new.]
Oh! Thank you!
[Joshua offers Yato a wide smile, a strange contrast against his otherwise tired features, but sincere. He shoots a curious gaze towards the mirrors as he moves to collect the books.]
[There's a man housed in one of them. Yato's reflection? Odd how he seems to move on his own... or is it all a trick from the troupe has brought with them?]
[Whatever it is, he can't shake the feeling it might have something to do with whatever scuffle has him feeling so run-down.]
[He shakes his head.]
I've had enough peculiar magicks for one evening...
[The murmur is little more than a statement to himself. A promise to avoid any further trouble. One that shouldn't be hard to keep--he had no intention of getting into trouble to begin with.]
[Joshua turns again so he can bring the books over to show Yato the fruits of his labor.]
They're good as new.