[Rarely is there a dull moment when Yato is involved, for good or bad. And this? It's hard to tell, but it seems to be leaning towards neutral right now, given he's not having much luck drumming up business yet nor is he scaring off this poor guy. He'll take what he can get.
Even if that involves sulking a bit at his offer being rejected so vehemently.]
Spoilsport... [It's muttered mostly to himself with a quiet sigh and the best pout a bird can manage, his head hanging low. At least until the guy decides on going for a stroll and invites him along. That perks him right up.] Sure thing! Hang on--
[Concentrating on his normal form, he begins to change shape back into a human-looking guy in his late teens to early twenties, wearing a tracksuit and scarf of all things.]
There we go. The name's Yato, God of Fortune! Pleased to meetcha!
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Even if that involves sulking a bit at his offer being rejected so vehemently.]
Spoilsport... [It's muttered mostly to himself with a quiet sigh and the best pout a bird can manage, his head hanging low. At least until the guy decides on going for a stroll and invites him along. That perks him right up.] Sure thing! Hang on--
[Concentrating on his normal form, he begins to change shape back into a human-looking guy in his late teens to early twenties, wearing a tracksuit and scarf of all things.]
There we go. The name's Yato, God of Fortune! Pleased to meetcha!