maybe they can talk about the other half later. it's not like she wants to leave anything half-assed, either. that's not a good impression to make. they're RELIABLE.
hiyori watches, first hand, as the fight melts from him. starting with his eyes and followed by the tension in his body until it seems like he's melting to the floor. he's still pouting, but it's not as severe as before.
she smiles and crouches down, too. while she won't say it, hiyori thinks it's hard to take an irate god who's throwing a hissy fit seriously. yato's truly scary when-- just, other times. the parent catfish squeaks in her arms again as she reaches forward to pet it as it bounces around.
not long after that, more baby catfish come to check out what's going on and they're surrounded. luckily, there are no more clothes to steal. besides yato's one socked foot.
for his mercy, hiyori switches from petting babies to reaching and gripping yato's hand to give it a grateful squeeze. shutting up but she can communicate in other ways. ]
I... I think I can find your jersey. Just... hold this and look away for a sec.
[ nevermind, not shutting up. she offers the parent catfish to yato before she stands and takes a deep breath. using her special sense.
the real thing next to her is strong and pretty damn distracting but there's the most faint scent of him scattered about the room. her favorite smell. so pleasant. so comforting. ] Got it.
[ once locked in, she's bounding around the room picking up his jersey top. his white capyper shirt. his tracksuit bottoms. his fluffy fluff. BOTH boots. and one sock.
it's all piled in her arms as she lands behind yato again, soul tail swaying. ] H-here. You can look now.
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maybe they can talk about the other half later. it's not like she wants to leave anything half-assed, either. that's not a good impression to make. they're RELIABLE.
hiyori watches, first hand, as the fight melts from him. starting with his eyes and followed by the tension in his body until it seems like he's melting to the floor. he's still pouting, but it's not as severe as before.
she smiles and crouches down, too. while she won't say it, hiyori thinks it's hard to take an irate god who's throwing a hissy fit seriously. yato's truly scary when-- just, other times. the parent catfish squeaks in her arms again as she reaches forward to pet it as it bounces around.
not long after that, more baby catfish come to check out what's going on and they're surrounded. luckily, there are no more clothes to steal. besides yato's one socked foot.
for his mercy, hiyori switches from petting babies to reaching and gripping yato's hand to give it a grateful squeeze. shutting up but she can communicate in other ways. ]
I... I think I can find your jersey. Just... hold this and look away for a sec.
[ nevermind, not shutting up. she offers the parent catfish to yato before she stands and takes a deep breath. using her special sense.
the real thing next to her is strong and pretty damn distracting but there's the most faint scent of him scattered about the room. her favorite smell. so pleasant. so comforting. ] Got it.
[ once locked in, she's bounding around the room picking up his jersey top. his white capyper shirt. his tracksuit bottoms. his fluffy fluff. BOTH boots. and one sock.
it's all piled in her arms as she lands behind yato again, soul tail swaying. ] H-here. You can look now.