I'd say it sounds like one of those urban fantasy novels. You know, modern-day gods doing normal jobs, all that shit. But-

[He hums thoughtfully to himself as he reaches over to pick the hat up and set it on Yato's head, just because. Chuuya studies him for a moment, then laughs under his breath, shaking his head.]

Shit, I break physics, Anya learned new languages overnight... I don't think anything's really out of the question, here. If you told me that's what you remember being, I'd believe you.