[ He hangs up before Cutter can get another word in...
Yato hops on over to said park in record time. Literally, he hops over in large bounds, from building to building and lamppost to lamppost. Still getting the hang of his weightlessness, he misses a step here and there and tumbles to the ground with a curse and a scrape, but no one seems to find it odd that a man in a tracksuit is occasionally falling from the sky. He may as well be a ghost.
When he reaches the park, he looks for a nice tall tree to perch in until Cutter arrives... if Cutter isn't there already. It's not like he actually really knows what Cutter looks like?? So Yato will just be waiting, people-watching on a slim branch that shouldn't be able to bear the weight of a person his size, the katana sheathed at his hip jutting out behind him. ]
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[ He hangs up before Cutter can get another word in...
Yato hops on over to said park in record time. Literally, he hops over in large bounds, from building to building and lamppost to lamppost. Still getting the hang of his weightlessness, he misses a step here and there and tumbles to the ground with a curse and a scrape, but no one seems to find it odd that a man in a tracksuit is occasionally falling from the sky. He may as well be a ghost.
When he reaches the park, he looks for a nice tall tree to perch in until Cutter arrives... if Cutter isn't there already. It's not like he actually really knows what Cutter looks like?? So Yato will just be waiting, people-watching on a slim branch that shouldn't be able to bear the weight of a person his size, the katana sheathed at his hip jutting out behind him. ]