[There are certainly times when Yato can be stubborn and petulant, but he tries to take his work seriously, even in this dream world.

Unless there's some wider opening leading from another path, it's going to be a long haul to get all these clothes out. The thieves seem to have made off with every type of article under the sun, from shoes to dresses to cloaks. Aside from returning them all, the real question is just how the hell they're going to find their own belongings amongst the mountains of fabric.

Or perhaps the real real question is how they're being stripped as they're walking along. Nothing's touched them so far as he knows, he hasn't sensed anything, so how...?]

It must be some kind of magic or curse that's taking our clothes off us. There's nothing in here with us yet.

[As they come up to a particularly large pile, Yato surveys it with exasperation. They can't even make use of the crap they stole? Then what even's the point?! Are they just some practical jokers, or are they really kleptomaniac critters?]

I guess that's in that we won't have to wash everything once we get it out, but damn man, all this effort and for what? Some kind of weird, perverted collection?

[Like he has room to talk.]