[It's moments like this that remind him why Yato's one of his closest friends, and the small smile that slips onto his face feels a lot like relief. It's always so hard to notice when tension is gathering in his own body, especially when he's discussing things like this with other people. While there hasn't been any indication that their past lives held any connection, Yato always seems to know what to say to put him at ease. His own broad acceptance of things might reassure Yato, but Yasusada certainly doesn't take it for granted that the reverse holds true as well.
He takes a minute to check over his blade, then, making sure the fog didn't leave lasting marks on him before he moves to pick up his fallen case.]
...Your name is the same, right? In your memories?
[ Perhaps Yato understands more than many the value of normalcy. Though he is a god in body, at least a part of him remains a human at heart. Surely Yamato must feel that same tug, the weight of his human life tied around his pinky to keep him from drifting away. ]
More or less. Down to my name being Yaboku, but everyone calling me Yato. Gods aren't supposed to have last names, but I did have my dad...
[ He doesn't have proof that he was Yaboku Tomioka in full, but he doesn't have proof that he wasn't, either. ]
I'd hear Yatogami here and there too. Sounds more godly, I guess.
[ A punk indeed... But Yamato might be the only person who would tell Yato something was too cool for him and mean it with love. Though Yamato looks serious, Yato slowly relaxes into a smile. ]
Yeah. Thanks, Yasu.
[ He can trust people like Yamato to tell him if he's really messing up, so there's nothing to worry about. He pockets his knife and pumps a fist! ]
Alright! Let's get outta this fog. Wanna go to your place? I'll whip us up a snack!
[He'd honestly been halfway-expecting an argument, so it's a present surprise to see Yato take his word without question. It makes it easier for him to relax, too, and he laughs at Yato's enthusiasm. NEVER CHANGE, YATO.]
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He takes a minute to check over his blade, then, making sure the fog didn't leave lasting marks on him before he moves to pick up his fallen case.]
...Your name is the same, right? In your memories?
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More or less. Down to my name being Yaboku, but everyone calling me Yato. Gods aren't supposed to have last names, but I did have my dad...
[ He doesn't have proof that he was Yaboku Tomioka in full, but he doesn't have proof that he wasn't, either. ]
I'd hear Yatogami here and there too. Sounds more godly, I guess.
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[Ah, a punk appears... but at least it's a sign that he's feeling more like himself again. If he's teasing, then everything's okay.
...On his end, at least. When he turns back to Yato, sword securely fastened at his hip once more, he looks serious again.]
...You're not evil, Yato. You know that, right? [He'd heard everything Hiiro said too, after all.]
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Yeah. Thanks, Yasu.
[ He can trust people like Yamato to tell him if he's really messing up, so there's nothing to worry about. He pockets his knife and pumps a fist! ]
Alright! Let's get outta this fog. Wanna go to your place? I'll whip us up a snack!
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Sure, sure! Lead the way!