[ if he expects an answer, she doesn't give one. it sounds like he knows it anyway. what's the point in telling him "yes, I would come after you because I didn't when I should have the first time."
when his dad forced him to stay.
a... romantic... ]
Yato. [ she doesn't blush at the idea of it. she's too busy catching her breath. she keeps their hands motionless and grabs hold of him, searching his face with concern. while she's aware he's joking (?), she can't laugh. or is he? ]
You're not... we, we'll be fine! If things are too dangerous, we'll just leave! Right? You can teleport, and my soul will come back to my body! Nobody is going to--
[ meet their doom. or have a romantic, tragic end.
kofuku tying their plaques.
no. no, no. it's christmas, for goodness sake!! ]
Nothing bad is going to happen, okay? [ dropping his hands for a moment, she darts over to the pile of presents and carries the turtle plush back over and pushes it gently against his chest. ] You're my God of Fortune, so we'll be fine. Don't... say that. You won't go to your doom.
[He knows all too well she would tried to follow him then, too, which thankfully she didn't. It may have been the only thing that kept her out of his dad's wrathful vengeance for as long as she did.
As their hands still, he glances up at her with a wistful smile on his face. It's the kind of closed expression that doesn't belie whether or not his words were intended as a joke or not. Because it was kind of both.]
So you'll come in your spirit form, then? [That seems to relieve him somewhat, until he recalls that'd mean leaving her cord exposed. He shakes his head, frowning.] No, not unless you know how to control it perfectly. I don't want to risk anything happening to you.
[A shuddering sigh escapes from him as he closes his eyes, head shaking. There's no way he's going to allow her to put herself in that kind of danger. Not in the waking world, and certainly not here.]
Hiyori, you... ["Can't possibly know that" is what he wants to say, but she's already gone, returning with Turtle-chan who gets pressed into his arms. He takes her gratefully, hugging the plush to his chest. It feels so warm and full of emotion. Love, he might say, even if it's platonic.] ...yeah. We can always run away. I won't lead either of us to an unfortunate end. What kind of god would I be if I let that happen, huh?
[ control it perfectly? that's asking for too much. she's taking her spirit form. it's faster, stronger, and she can sense things more sharply. it's better than her heavy, human body. and if she's going to continue to not be normal, she can use it to her advantage.
and she does know that. she knows.
for a moment, she watches yato hug the soft toy to his chest and the pressure crushing down on her heart eases. that's better. what kind of god would he be...? it doesn't matter. it won't happen.
hiyori continues to stand there, the hem of her pajama top bunched in her fists. with yato hugging his turtle, she gathers the plates from the table and carries them over to the sink to set them inside gingerly.
that done, within the next second, she all but slams into yato's side. she has her face buried against his back and she hugs turtle-chan from behind him, sandwiching yato between the two of them. it lasts for a few seconds and then she lets go, slipping back. ]
I'm going to get ready for the day. Thank you for breakfast, Yato. It was really good.
[ the sound of her feet shuffle away quickly, down the hall and into the bathroom where the door shuts behind her. ]
[All fair points but still-- He honestly rather she just stayed at home where it's safe, fruitless as that wish is. Maybe she has a point. How many times now has she saved him, anyway...?
It was more of a rhetorical question anyway, so no answer is required on her part. Just like there's none from him as he hugs Turtle-chan, taking comfort in the soft plushness of her fur as he pads after Hiyori like a little kid. There's no real reason for it - he's not pestering her for attention or getting in her way.
Except for when she suddenly rams into him, startling him forward half a step as he glances over his shoulder at her. What...? He's still confused and beginning to blush when she backs up, leaving him hugging his plush even harder.]
Uh... O-Okay. You're welcome. Anytime, just let me know when you want more...
[For several moments after her door clicks shut, he remains rooted in place, staring after her. Then eventually he makes his way back to his own room, still blushing.]
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when his dad forced him to stay.
a... romantic... ]
Yato. [ she doesn't blush at the idea of it. she's too busy catching her breath. she keeps their hands motionless and grabs hold of him, searching his face with concern. while she's aware he's joking (?), she can't laugh. or is he? ]
You're not... we, we'll be fine! If things are too dangerous, we'll just leave! Right? You can teleport, and my soul will come back to my body! Nobody is going to--
[ meet their doom. or have a romantic, tragic end.
kofuku tying their plaques.
no. no, no. it's christmas, for goodness sake!! ]
Nothing bad is going to happen, okay? [ dropping his hands for a moment, she darts over to the pile of presents and carries the turtle plush back over and pushes it gently against his chest. ] You're my God of Fortune, so we'll be fine. Don't... say that. You won't go to your doom.
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As their hands still, he glances up at her with a wistful smile on his face. It's the kind of closed expression that doesn't belie whether or not his words were intended as a joke or not. Because it was kind of both.]
So you'll come in your spirit form, then? [That seems to relieve him somewhat, until he recalls that'd mean leaving her cord exposed. He shakes his head, frowning.] No, not unless you know how to control it perfectly. I don't want to risk anything happening to you.
[A shuddering sigh escapes from him as he closes his eyes, head shaking. There's no way he's going to allow her to put herself in that kind of danger. Not in the waking world, and certainly not here.]
Hiyori, you... ["Can't possibly know that" is what he wants to say, but she's already gone, returning with Turtle-chan who gets pressed into his arms. He takes her gratefully, hugging the plush to his chest. It feels so warm and full of emotion. Love, he might say, even if it's platonic.] ...yeah. We can always run away. I won't lead either of us to an unfortunate end. What kind of god would I be if I let that happen, huh?
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and she does know that. she knows.
for a moment, she watches yato hug the soft toy to his chest and the pressure crushing down on her heart eases. that's better. what kind of god would he be...? it doesn't matter. it won't happen.
hiyori continues to stand there, the hem of her pajama top bunched in her fists. with yato hugging his turtle, she gathers the plates from the table and carries them over to the sink to set them inside gingerly.
that done, within the next second, she all but slams into yato's side. she has her face buried against his back and she hugs turtle-chan from behind him, sandwiching yato between the two of them. it lasts for a few seconds and then she lets go, slipping back. ]
I'm going to get ready for the day. Thank you for breakfast, Yato. It was really good.
[ the sound of her feet shuffle away quickly, down the hall and into the bathroom where the door shuts behind her. ]
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It was more of a rhetorical question anyway, so no answer is required on her part. Just like there's none from him as he hugs Turtle-chan, taking comfort in the soft plushness of her fur as he pads after Hiyori like a little kid. There's no real reason for it - he's not pestering her for attention or getting in her way.
Except for when she suddenly rams into him, startling him forward half a step as he glances over his shoulder at her. What...? He's still confused and beginning to blush when she backs up, leaving him hugging his plush even harder.]
Uh... O-Okay. You're welcome. Anytime, just let me know when you want more...
[For several moments after her door clicks shut, he remains rooted in place, staring after her. Then eventually he makes his way back to his own room, still blushing.]