[For what little it's worth, Yato tries to physically block himself from watching those striped hips as Hiyori moves about, even though he finds himself peeking now and then under the pretext of keeping a watchful eye on her. They don't know what these thieving culprits are capable of, after all.
HE'S TRYING, REALLY HE IS.
His ears flick at her shout and he tries to reach out to catch her but misses by inches, stumbling over another pile of clothes. What she's greeted with once close enough is one of the most innocent-looking, cute hybrid creatures they've yet seen in Songerein: the dreaded catfish. Its whiskers twitch as light shines upon it, and it chirrups again, flippers aiding it in backing up a few paces at Hiyori's angry approach. It fixes her with a gaze of big old round eyes.]
Ah-- Hiyori! Be careful! You don't know what it's capable of...!
[His warning comes just a tad too late as the catfish turns its cute eyes on her and... spits a stream of water at her!]
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HE'S TRYING, REALLY HE IS.
His ears flick at her shout and he tries to reach out to catch her but misses by inches, stumbling over another pile of clothes. What she's greeted with once close enough is one of the most innocent-looking, cute hybrid creatures they've yet seen in Songerein: the dreaded catfish. Its whiskers twitch as light shines upon it, and it chirrups again, flippers aiding it in backing up a few paces at Hiyori's angry approach. It fixes her with a gaze of big old round eyes.]
Ah-- Hiyori! Be careful! You don't know what it's capable of...!
[His warning comes just a tad too late as the catfish turns its cute eyes on her and... spits a stream of water at her!]