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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[ COOKIES AND OJ, Yato is feeling so spoiled after weeks of jail slop. He gets up even though he just sat down and takes his cookie with him. And because he can't take a hint sometimes, he'll follow Toshi around like a kite while he gets that orange juice ready. ]
If it's weird, then it's gotta be interesting. Hey, let's share! I'll tell you one of mine if you tell me one of yours.
[Boy, Yato is.....not great at reading the mood. Okay, fine, this isn't exactly how Toshi planned to spend his day (or how he ever planned to spend a day) but maybe he can get it over with quickly and be done with it.]
I promise, it's not that interesting!
[He's just going to murder some fruit while he talks, don't mind him.]
It's just names and faces, none of them really connected to each other in any real way. I doubt they're even important, or I'd remember more of them.
[YEAH SURE, DEFINITELY NOT IMPORTANT.]
They're not even really like memories, you know? It's almost like watching a TV show where I'm an actor and I've forgotten my lines but the rest of the cast is still going, I guess.
[ Is it that he can't read the mood or that he doesn't care... a mystery for the ages. But really he just wants to know more about Toshi!! ]
Oh, I dunno about unimportant. I bet they'll all add up eventually. I've even had two halves of a memory come months apart.
One of my more recent ones... oh, I was fighting another god! A big-name one by the name of Bishamon. She caught me with her whip and tried to shoot me, but whoosh-- [ he mimics swinging a sword ] -- I cut the bullets right in half! Two in one swing.
Seriously though, you can fight and you fought a god called Bishamon... [Hang on, he's wracking his brain here trying to remember the limited Japanese mythology he learned in high school. Wasn't Bishamon a lucky god? And if Yato's 'godliness' involves being good at fighting maybe he's a war god?] Maybe you're...I dunno. Izanagi or whatever his name is? I don't know this stuff that well.
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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...
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[ 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?
[A SMOOTH, SKILLFUL, AND DEFINITELY NOT OBVIOUS CHANGE OF SUBJECT]
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[ COOKIES AND OJ, Yato is feeling so spoiled after weeks of jail slop. He gets up even though he just sat down and takes his cookie with him. And because he can't take a hint sometimes, he'll follow Toshi around like a kite while he gets that orange juice ready. ]
If it's weird, then it's gotta be interesting. Hey, let's share! I'll tell you one of mine if you tell me one of yours.
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I promise, it's not that interesting!
[He's just going to murder some fruit while he talks, don't mind him.]
It's just names and faces, none of them really connected to each other in any real way. I doubt they're even important, or I'd remember more of them.
[YEAH SURE, DEFINITELY NOT IMPORTANT.]
They're not even really like memories, you know? It's almost like watching a TV show where I'm an actor and I've forgotten my lines but the rest of the cast is still going, I guess.
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Oh, I dunno about unimportant. I bet they'll all add up eventually. I've even had two halves of a memory come months apart.
One of my more recent ones... oh, I was fighting another god! A big-name one by the name of Bishamon. She caught me with her whip and tried to shoot me, but whoosh-- [ he mimics swinging a sword ] -- I cut the bullets right in half! Two in one swing.
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Dude. What did you do.
[And on the other hand, here Toshi is, automatically assuming that if someone tried to shoot Yato there was probably a reason for it.]
Cutting bullets with a sword is badass, but dude.
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What did I do?! How do you know she wasn't just a crazy skank?!
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[d u d e.]
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[Drink some orange juice, possible new roommate. Toshi hands over a glass of it, freshly squeezed and delicious.]
God rabies, though....I wonder if that's contagious. Hey, do I need to get you your shots before I let you in the apartment?
[He's teasing. Probably? Yes, definitely, maybe teasing.]
Seriously though, you can fight and you fought a god called Bishamon... [Hang on, he's wracking his brain here trying to remember the limited Japanese mythology he learned in high school. Wasn't Bishamon a lucky god? And if Yato's 'godliness' involves being good at fighting maybe he's a war god?] Maybe you're...I dunno. Izanagi or whatever his name is? I don't know this stuff that well.
[Obviously.]
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