[ He has come upon a wonderful new ability that is not actually a surprise but which he is still very bad at. But it's more than enough for him to bust out of this boring and empty as heck jail. ]
Aw are you saying you missed me?? (〃･ω･) I've missed you too! I can't wait to be back at the Inkwell. I can head over right now!
[ Reasons why Yato loves his co-workers so much: all of this. ]
Cookies!!! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ I'll be there in a jiffy
[ And when he says jiffy, he means it. Not five minutes later, there's the sound of something thumping against the side of the building. Ten seconds later, Yato bursts into the Inkwell, tracksuit and all, hair done up into a little ponytail. He looks the same as ever, save for a temporary little smack of redness to the face. ]
[Okay, okay, greedy god. Toshi's indulgent enough and he did make these cookies for Yato so he's happy to gently deposit a paper bag taped closed with cutely decorated tape into Yato's hands.
Gap moe.]
Snickerdoodles, just for you. Bet you're gonna be happy to get home, huh?
[ He raises the bag above his head triumphantly!! And then opens it so he can start nibbling on a cookie. He'll make these last at 1 cph. ]
Huh? You still don't know, Toshi? The Inkwell's the closest thing to home I've got.
[ He used to be depressed about it, but not anymore... Being homeless has opened up so many sleepover opportunities! And he has so many fond memories of the Inkwell that he doesn't need much else. ]
[At that rate, they'll last him a whole day! Good boy, Yato.]
Huh?
[NO HE DIDN'T KNOW??? He sees Yato when he comes in and sometimes leaves before Yato does but he just assumed that means Yato hangs around longer than he does?? Sometimes Toshi hangs around for hours, too, but--]
What exactly do you mean the "closest thing to a home" you've got?
Listen. You're kind of a disaster sometimes, man. We worry about you.
[Ok, considering recent events, "kind of" a disaster is probably overly kind. But Toshi's a soft hearted beast, and yeah, for all that Yato probably deserved his jail time, that doesn't mean he's interested in seeing their resident freelancer suffer.]
At least come home with me? Promise the bed is more comfortable than a jail cell, and the food is definitely better.
[ ... Okay mention of food gets Yato's interest. And hearing that Toshi worries softens his defensiveness... ]
... You'd let me sleep in your bed?
[ People let him stay over sometimes, but usually it's a floor/couch kind of deal. He wouldn't kick anyone out of their bed anyway, but the offer really is very generous. ]
[He can see Yato softening a little. Good. LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT YOU, YATO.]
Sure, it's big enough.
[It's not really, considering Toshi usually sleeps on it diagonally, but it is, technically, big enough to share, and certainly big enough for Yato to sprawl on comfortably.]
At least stay the night, will you? We can figure out tomorrow, tomorrow.
They're usually drunk when they say things like that.
[Foolishly, he is not rethinking this. Instead, he sighs, willing enough to accept it in the end.]
We've got dancing fruit and colorless trees, among other weird things happening. In the grand scheme of things, you being a god isn't actually unbelievable. So? What can you do?
They're not that interesting. Same kind of weird stuff everybody's been getting, I guess.
[If he just refuses to think about the memories, they'll stop existing, kind of like how the color green stopped existing but is slowly coming back. Yeah. Just ignore the memories long enough and everything will go back to normal.]
Hey, I'm gonna use the blenders, make some orange juice, you want any?
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[ He has come upon a wonderful new ability that is not actually a surprise but which he is still very bad at. But it's more than enough for him to bust out of this boring and empty as heck jail. ]
Aw are you saying you missed me?? (〃･ω･)
I've missed you too! I can't wait to be back at the Inkwell. I can head over right now!
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we're too short staffed to NOT miss you
i'm kidding, i'm glad you're out, don't get locked up again kay?
and you should come by
i made you a welcome back to freedom gift
it's cookies i made you cookies come eat them before everyone else does
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Cookies!!! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
I'll be there in a jiffy
[ And when he says jiffy, he means it. Not five minutes later, there's the sound of something thumping against the side of the building. Ten seconds later, Yato bursts into the Inkwell, tracksuit and all, hair done up into a little ponytail. He looks the same as ever, save for a temporary little smack of redness to the face. ]
Toooshiii!
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Yato? Hang on, I thought you weren't out for a little while, how'd you get here...
[so fast and also what was that bang--]
Your face is red. Did you run into the door?
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[ so, like, basically
He holds his hands out in front of him. Please deposit cookies here. ]
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Gap moe.]
Snickerdoodles, just for you. Bet you're gonna be happy to get home, huh?
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[ He raises the bag above his head triumphantly!! And then opens it so he can start nibbling on a cookie. He'll make these last at 1 cph. ]
Huh? You still don't know, Toshi? The Inkwell's the closest thing to home I've got.
[ He used to be depressed about it, but not anymore... Being homeless has opened up so many sleepover opportunities! And he has so many fond memories of the Inkwell that he doesn't need much else. ]
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Huh?
[NO HE DIDN'T KNOW??? He sees Yato when he comes in and sometimes leaves before Yato does but he just assumed that means Yato hangs around longer than he does?? Sometimes Toshi hangs around for hours, too, but--]
What exactly do you mean the "closest thing to a home" you've got?
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[ mumble mumble around this cookie ]
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Please tell me you don't sleep here. Yato. Buddy. Do you seriously not have a place of your own?
[Oh no. Oh no, Yato. Toshi's making The Face. The Worried Face.]
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I don't sleep here. I stay wherever I feel like.
[ ignoring the question ]
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And don't think he doesn't notice that whole avoiding the question thing!!! Toshi sighs.]
Meaning you don't have a place, right?
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So what if I don't?
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[Ok, considering recent events, "kind of" a disaster is probably overly kind. But Toshi's a soft hearted beast, and yeah, for all that Yato probably deserved his jail time, that doesn't mean he's interested in seeing their resident freelancer suffer.]
At least come home with me? Promise the bed is more comfortable than a jail cell, and the food is definitely better.
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... You'd let me sleep in your bed?
[ People let him stay over sometimes, but usually it's a floor/couch kind of deal. He wouldn't kick anyone out of their bed anyway, but the offer really is very generous. ]
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Sure, it's big enough.
[It's not really, considering Toshi usually sleeps on it diagonally, but it is, technically, big enough to share, and certainly big enough for Yato to sprawl on comfortably.]
At least stay the night, will you? We can figure out tomorrow, tomorrow.
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[ nibble nibble ]
By the way, has the boss told you I'm a god?
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[That would be a no, Yato. Chuuya has conveniently not mentioned that to Toshi at any point.]
Just so we're...totally clear, do you mean "by the way, I'm a god" the way 12 year olds mean things like "by the way, I can talk to wolves"?
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[ rethink who you let into your home toshi ]
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[Foolishly, he is not rethinking this. Instead, he sighs, willing enough to accept it in the end.]
We've got dancing fruit and colorless trees, among other weird things happening. In the grand scheme of things, you being a god isn't actually unbelievable. So? What can you do?
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I'm a god of war, so I can fight! And, uh...
2/2
[ It sounds really lame if he has to lay out all two of the things he can do... ]
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Toshi, be nice. A second later, the face switches to a much more encouraging grin, and Toshi claps Yato's shoulder.]
Well, if I ever need a message delivered in a tall building, or if me and Zoro need help kicking someone out, I know who to pray for!
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Yeah! Count on me!
[ He sets his cookies on the bar and takes a seat on a stool. ]
So what about you, Toshi? What are your hallucinomemories like?
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They're not that interesting. Same kind of weird stuff everybody's been getting, I guess.
[If he just refuses to think about the memories, they'll stop existing, kind of like how the color green stopped existing but is slowly coming back. Yeah. Just ignore the memories long enough and everything will go back to normal.]
Hey, I'm gonna use the blenders, make some orange juice, you want any?
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