Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. Can't go around attacking them too much until I find my jersey, after all.
[For his part, Yato prefers being the man of action, so this does indeed work out quiet well.
And springing into action, he starts down the path again, leading them past clothes scattered here and there. Gradually the individual articles of clothing begin to pile up, first in small bunches, then in larger piles, finally in huge heaps, before culminating in mounds that are almost as big as they are.
While in contrast, he loses his shirt somewhere along the way. Go fucking figure. At this point he isn't even surprised, just annoyed at the gall these things have.]
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[For his part, Yato prefers being the man of action, so this does indeed work out quiet well.
And springing into action, he starts down the path again, leading them past clothes scattered here and there. Gradually the individual articles of clothing begin to pile up, first in small bunches, then in larger piles, finally in huge heaps, before culminating in mounds that are almost as big as they are.
While in contrast, he loses his shirt somewhere along the way. Go fucking figure. At this point he isn't even surprised, just annoyed at the gall these things have.]