[ by now, she's used to it. plugsuit and yato's admiring looks, both.

at least she gets away with looking so gobsmacked. HER HEAD IS IN THE GAME. d-don't pull your gloves while walking toward her then!! SHEESH.

shaking her head in answer - no, she hasn't - she falls into step beside him, gaze darting to his gloved hands pulling on his collar and the sudden nervous energy coming off him in waves. ]

Wh - one of your shinki? [ what shinki is THIS? she knew sakura and yukine. this isn't either. she stares at the bow in awe. yato is a GOD so this isn't... too strange. just incredible. ]

Y... yeah! [ catching herself, she smiles. ] It looks good on you. It suits you, really. [ his TRACKSUIT. ]

I'll miss fluffy fluff.

[ no she won't.



okay, a little. ]

Is this from one of your older shinki? [ she reaches for the scarf wrapped around him, touching it cautiously. as if afraid it's going to shock her. nothing happens.

(also, for the record, one of those months in his new calender is just hiyori in the plugsuit. you're welcome yato) ]