[Haha yeah... With Kofuku around they would definitely end up critical failing hard, and repeatedly......
Risks are not something Yato wants to consider, not when it's Hiyori in the line of fire. He could just see her getting bitten and developing rift rabies or something horrific like that.
At least for now everything seems to be going well? As she moves on to search for somewhere to go with all the little kaiju babies, he stands and follows along at a distance, careful to remain silent in his approach so as not to startle them.
It's impressive and sweet and not a tiny bit nerve-wracking to have her covered in their target's young, which is probably why he's switched to saying stupid shit stuff to her. Keeps his nerves from imploding in fear. Play it cool, Yatogami...! But maybe not so cool as to embarrass your fiancee?]
You did good on our babysitting job way back when, too, though. ...a natural. [His voice is equally soft, though perhaps a bit more tender than it needs to be as he reminisces. He longs for times like that when it was just the three of them on simple, fun missions, slaying random ayakashi and helping people out.
But he's not keen on the way they've yet to see a single adult anywhere. Why? Where are they all? Have they been wiped out? If so, what does that mean for their young? His eyes skim their surroundings as he picks his way carefully across the forest floor, but not carefully enough-- his eyes miss a twig, which his boot finds and snaps with a loud crack in the depths of the silent woods, causing him to immediately freeze.]
Shit--! Hiyori, sorry--
[That's all he manages to get out before the juvenile apes go ballistic, jumping and pointing Yato's way, screaming their heads off. Not painful shrieks meant as attacks, thankfully, but more alarm-sounding cries that summon even more young to their pack, surrounding Hiyori in what might almost seem like a protective wall.
Have they... imprinted on her? Yato swallows, clenching at his bow but too afraid of hitting Hiyori to fire any shots.]
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Risks are not something Yato wants to consider, not when it's Hiyori in the line of fire. He could just see her getting bitten and developing rift rabies or something horrific like that.
At least for now everything seems to be going well? As she moves on to search for somewhere to go with all the little kaiju babies, he stands and follows along at a distance, careful to remain silent in his approach so as not to startle them.
It's impressive and sweet and not a tiny bit nerve-wracking to have her covered in their target's young, which is probably why he's switched to saying stupid shit stuff to her. Keeps his nerves from imploding in fear. Play it cool, Yatogami...! But maybe not so cool as to embarrass your fiancee?]
You did good on our babysitting job way back when, too, though. ...a natural. [His voice is equally soft, though perhaps a bit more tender than it needs to be as he reminisces. He longs for times like that when it was just the three of them on simple, fun missions, slaying random ayakashi and helping people out.
But he's not keen on the way they've yet to see a single adult anywhere. Why? Where are they all? Have they been wiped out? If so, what does that mean for their young? His eyes skim their surroundings as he picks his way carefully across the forest floor, but not carefully enough-- his eyes miss a twig, which his boot finds and snaps with a loud crack in the depths of the silent woods, causing him to immediately freeze.]
Shit--! Hiyori, sorry--
[That's all he manages to get out before the juvenile apes go ballistic, jumping and pointing Yato's way, screaming their heads off. Not painful shrieks meant as attacks, thankfully, but more alarm-sounding cries that summon even more young to their pack, surrounding Hiyori in what might almost seem like a protective wall.
Have they... imprinted on her? Yato swallows, clenching at his bow but too afraid of hitting Hiyori to fire any shots.]