dreamcrystals | 1st Wish

[Not in this weather...!

Practically heedless of her inner turmoil, he continues manhandling her with his clammy hands with the intention of being helpful, taking care to warm each finger in turn before focusing on her entire hands. Though he does eventually take note of how flustered she seems to be, even if the why eludes him.]

'kay. I thought it seemed like you were getting cold out here. [He starts to reach out to brush the hair back from her face but stops as she pats his hands then abruptly stands up, disappearing back into her body and leaving him alone on the roof in a stunned silence. Blinking at the empty space before him, his mouth faintly hangs open in disbelief and confusion. ...was it something he said?]

Hiyori?

[It's silly to call her name; she's clearly back inside in her body. But it was just so sudden he can't help gawking an extra few moments before collecting his journal and pen, then teleporting down himself. Once inside, he pads into the kitchen to heat up the water, journal getting tossed on the table with a frown. Sometimes, he just doesn't get humans. Or is it just Hiyori?]

[ it's just hiyori. and it's just when-- well.

when she's collected herself (read: isn't so hot in the face he could boil the water on her cheeks) she sheepishly peeks into the kitchen to see yato getting a kettle going. she's fine. act casual. act like you always do, hiyori.

their two favorite mugs appear at his elbow; hers pink and his blue. something she picked up from the pottery place a while back. they have cat tails for handles. a bit of a joke after he was a cat himself. ]

So, um. Who else responded to your advertisement?

[For his part, he greets her with an unassuming smile and starts scooping the cocoa powder into their mugs before stirring in the hot water to the proper consistency. Nice and rich and creamy~

At her question though he makes a bit of a face and snorts.]

Well, I met another god. And a suspicious person wants me to run errands for them in exchange for "Magi-bucks", but I figured what the hell, at least it might help me get my name out there some more.

[ THICC.

it's a curious reaction she blinks at. "a suspicious person." suspect begets suspicious, she supposes. ]

M-magibucks...? [ what the hell ] W-well, yeah, you never know. They might be acquainted with a lot of people.

[ POSITIVE VIBES. ]

I'm curious about the other god. Did you meet Ereshkigal-sama, too?

Edited 2023-11-28 18:18 (UTC)

[THICCOCOA.

With them stirred up all nice and hot, he passes Hiyori her mug and takes up his own for a long sip, leaning against the counter.]

My thoughts exactly. Even I can smell a scam there. [Hell, it practically says "magic" in the name!] Doesn't mean we can't be of mutual use, at least.

[HELL YEAH.]

Not yet. It was some newborn god named Ryu. I get the feeling he's going to have a rough time getting used to things. He seemed like a sensitive sort.

[ THICCOCOA!!!

a "thanks" and a small smile passes her lips before hiyori cups hers thoughtfully and raises her eyebrows in surprise that he can tell it's a scam at all. ]

Mmm. [ she hums as she finally takes a sip and all but melts at the warm, chocolatey goodness.

but it's MISSING SOMETHING. she sets down her mug and searches through cabinets as she talks. ]

Maybe calling yourself a god isn't as bizarre as I thought? There are more here than expected. It's kinda like Takamagahara more than any place on Earth... aha! Gotcha. [ she finds what she was looking for with some marshmallows and rips open the bag before offering it to him. ]

If he's a sensitive, newborn god maybe you should help him out.

[H-Hey, he's slowly learning to be better about these kinds of things...! He's learned to not spend (so much) on useless baubles and to not get suckered by (as many) shady characters.

Watching her smile all warmly fills him with the same, making his chest ache in a good way even as she goes rooting around in the cabinets.]

Toldja so! It seems like there's a number of us here. Seemed kinda odd at first until I thought about how many gods there are in the first place, so it stands to reason there'd be several here as well. [Beaming, he takes a couple marshmallows and plops them in his drink, poking them down to dunk the buggers.]

Oh, trust me, I plan on it. He could use a someone to help navigate being both a god and a person. I might not be qualified for the latter, but I think I can help with the former.

[ baby steps. so proud!

he makes a good point about gods, anyhow. it wasn't one she thought about until now. she puts a couple of marshmallows in her drink as well before folding up the bag tight and setting it on the counter. her mug is picked up again and she watches the little white sugar puffs float in the dark brown liquid idly. ]

I think just having someone to talk to might be all he needs. [ her eyes lift and she offers him an encouraging smile. ]

Qualifications shouldn't matter then, but I know you'll do your best to help.

[He learn! Yay!

Watching her over the rim of his mug, he nods slightly, creating a chocolate mustache above his lips when he pulls away to speak.]

It could be. But if he's new to being a god then he might need a little more hands-on assistance. [He returns her smile with one of his own, taking a sip and munching on a marshmallow.]

Damn right! If I can't help another god, how can I say I'm a proper God of Fortune?

[ the cocoa mustache paired with the smile is too much. she cracks a grin and then laughs into her mug. ] You have something on your face, Yato.

[ hands-on assistance. looks like he could use some hands-on assistance with his messy face. she offers him a napkin, still laughing slightly. cu--

nope. ]

Do most gods need help when they're new? [ her mind wanders to ebisu. he had his shinki when he was reincarnated, didn't he? ]

Hmm? [Blinking at her, he's puzzled for a moment until it dawns on him what she means. He takes the napkin but tries to first get the cocoa off with his tongue, making quite the face as he does so. Feel free to laugh at his dumb ass.]

I can't speak for anyone else besides myself, but... [His expression darkens and he looks away.] While it may not be necessary for us to learn things like a newborn baby, we're still born without a sense of right or wrong. And I imagine those with powers may struggle to control them at first.

[ he's so extra. can't let any food offerings go to waste or something, right? even if he's the one who made the cocoa. she half-laughs, ] You're ridiculous.

[ after handing over the napkin, she snatches it back and wipes at the spots he missed with a focus.

the levity of the moment evaporates like mist and hiyori's hand falls away from his face. it was meant to be a pretty innocent question, but it seemed as though she touched upon something... more sensitive than she thought.

and it dawns on her. yato's memories. her fingers curl and bunch up the napkin in her fist. he has a better sense of right and wrong than most humans now.

to break the somber mood, she gives his mouth one more swipe to bring his attention back. ]

Then, this god named Ryu is just a child?

[Damn right! Every gift of food and drink is precious! Even if it's a gift to himself!! He huffs, blushing slightly.] Am not!

[Aaand watch as that hint of a blush turns into a deeper red from her assistance. It continues to linger even as the topic takes a turn towards the cold side.

His eyes take on a slightly vacant look as he starts to get lost in reminiscing, only refocusing once Hiyori touches him again. Jolted out of some not so pleasant thoughts, he doesn't say anything at first, just taking a deep breath and offering her a faint smile.]

I dunno. He sure sounded like one. His writing wasn't very good, and he asked a lot of questions someone innocent would. If you ever end up meeting him, I think he could use a few more friends.

[ he SOOO is and that's payback for earlier.

or something.

though her cheeks are mildly red, too. ]

I think I've made more friends with gods than humans. [ she points out playfully but doesn't reject the idea.

not that she would. ]

[HUFF POUT HUFF

Not that he's too put out, honestly. He knows she doesn't mean anything negative by it.

Besides, it seems like she's slightly affected by it, too. Unless she's cold again??]

Maybe you smell nice. [He grins, fully expecting to get hit for that because he'd so deserve it.]

[ DLKGLDJG YATO.

not hit, per se. both hands are occupied. one by holding a hot mug of cocoa and the other the napkin which she is CRUSHING now in her grip.

cheeks blazing, she steps on a foot. why do you want to be hit so bad, yatogami. ]

THAT'S NOT WHY.

[IT WAS AN AYAKASHI JOKE!!

Somehow getting his foot stepped on is a worse punishment than being smacked and he responds appropriately: by hopping up and down on one foot, somehow managing to not spill his drink even as he starts wailing.]

Yeouch! Hey, that was uncalled for...!

[ it was a joke that hits TOO CLOSE TO HOME and she hasn't recovered from what happened on the roof.

HE SMELLS NICE!!! ]

It was absolutely called for!

[ yeah that's her argument ]

[Worst part is he doesn't get what her deal is other than somehow his joke landed flat??

Sniffling, he finally stops hopping about to give her a watery look.]

But Hiyoriiiiii....!

[And that's his!]

[ oh, it landed. just not particularly smooth?

she TURNS AWAY and all but hides her red face behind her mug of cocoa. you won't get her with your wibblings, yato. ]

[Crashed and burned like he does, huh?

Realizing his attempts at being pathetic are failing, he gradually ceases his antics to simply stare at her back.]

Hiyori... I'm sorry. [For what, he's not sure, but he still is.]

[ right after the apology is said, hiyori is got. giving in. she turns back around, still pretty damn red.

how does she even

explain

she can't, can she? absolutely not. glancing at the counter and the bag of marshmallows there, she gets an idea. her mug is exchanged for it, set on the surface, and she unfolds the top so she can pluck out a marshmallow.

mother would kill her for doing this. it's soooo unladylike, but... you know?

she throws it at him. it bounces off his forehead harmlessly and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling or laughing at the absurdity of it.

what now. ]

[He's still utterly baffled by this whole thing, but he's willing to admit that sometimes he does stupid shit stuff that's deserving of scorn, so perhaps this just happens to be one of those times too?

It doesn't explain the blushing, but maybe she took it to mean that she smelled? Girls can be sensitive about those things, can't they...

He watches her to try and look for the right cue to take, watches the marshmallow come out, watches as it sails through the air to

ping

bounce squarely off his head, much to his extreme shock. Him. God of Calamity, of War, of Fortune. Got beaned in the noggin by a marshmallow.

It takes several long seconds for it to fully register, but when it does, he slowly reaches down to pick up the marshmallow aaaaand promptly chucks it back at her, nailing her directly in the forehead as well.

Two can play at this game!]

[ yes and no. to all of that. just everything.

yato's stunned look at having a marshmallow nailing him dead between the eyes nearly makes her keel over, but she fights harder than ever not to smile. if she did, she wouldn't have been able to watch him pick up that floor marshmallow. as if reading his mind (and rolling a 13 on the dexterity check) she moves out of the way at the last second of him firing back. the tiny treat misses her by INCHES and lands somewhere behind her, rolling on the ground. for a long second, she stares at him

and then chucks another marshmallow at his chest before she takes off running out of the kitchen to get away from some other retaliating move he might make. ]

[Oh ho, so that's how it is, is it? So it's all out war now, is it?? Well, remember who your opponent is, Little Miss Brazen!

Ready this time, he catches the second marshmallow with one hand, setting down his cocoa with the other so he can hastily make his way over to scoop up the first wayward treat before chasing after her, rolling up his sleeves as he goes.]

Oh, Hiyoriiiii~ Where are youuuu....

[It's like a camp (very camp) horror film, where the weapons are puffy sugar pillows and the killer is-- well, okay, so he fits the bill. But otherwise it's a perfectly innocent game of marshmallow tag with him stalking her around their cozy treehouse.]

ONLY FLUFF FOR XMAS

ALL I WANT FOR FLUFFMAS IS.......

...A HAPPY ENDING QQ

ADACHITOKA I JUST WANNA TALK 🔪

HAPPY END... OR ELSE ❤️

HAPPY END OR PAY FOR MY THERAPY LMAO

WE CAN GO TO GROUP IN THAT CASE SOB

EPISODE 1 PAINGAMI COMMUNITY GOES TO GROUP THERAPY

THE OVA IS JUST NOTHING BUT CRYING

LMFAO GOD FR

IT MIGHT BECOME AN ENTIRE SEASON OF TEARS DEPENDING ON THE OUTCOME

JUST LAYING IN AN OCEAN OF TEARS YEAH

THROW US A LIFE PRESERVER, ADACHITOKA

THROW ME A FUCKING BOne

EVEN A SMALL ONE

A STAPES BONE

IT WAS AN ITSY BITSY TEENY TINY BONE~

FLASHBACKS TO MY CHILDHOOD............

SAME HAHA.......

b i k i n i

Hiyori in a p o l k a d o t b i k i n i

lKmlvksdjglkjxlvkxz it's pink

he wants to see....

yato......... lmfaolkjlkd need beach episode

watch us get trashdad in a speedo asdfgh