what the fuck. there's no way to mask the utter confusion that crosses over yukine's face as he stares yato down as if that might magically grant him some kind of answer as to whatever the hell he's talking about. bishamonten? ebisu? aren't those two of the seven lucky gods? just what the hell were the two of them involved in?
better yet—
is. . . is yato truly a god? like really?
this is all too much. way too much for him to deal with right now. there's a wild look in his eye as he glances at yato again, the urge to bolt thrumming within him. it takes some serious resolve to keep his mouth shut, which is a good thing (probably) because whatever it is that yato's saying is enough for the woman to consider. she's silent for a moment as her eyes narrow.
no subject
what the fuck. there's no way to mask the utter confusion that crosses over yukine's face as he stares yato down as if that might magically grant him some kind of answer as to whatever the hell he's talking about. bishamonten? ebisu? aren't those two of the seven lucky gods? just what the hell were the two of them involved in?
better yet—
is. . . is yato truly a god? like really?
this is all too much. way too much for him to deal with right now. there's a wild look in his eye as he glances at yato again, the urge to bolt thrumming within him. it takes some serious resolve to keep his mouth shut, which is a good thing (probably) because whatever it is that yato's saying is enough for the woman to consider. she's silent for a moment as her eyes narrow.
then she nods. she'll hear his words. )
Speak Yatogami.