[ around thirty to forty-five minutes pass where no one really talks to one another. Yato goes to take his shower to avoid being gross and to soak in his shame, Bigby yells at police officers to not bother coming over and to report no injuries. Elizabeth is off nursing an inevitable hangover and Jade is probably trying to figure out where she went wrong in life. regardless of whatever they're all doing, Bigby finds each one of them individually and summons them to appear in the living room as if it's a court.

he does not care if Yato is in literally nothing but a towel. he will be dragged if need be. ]

Alright. You two are gonna sit down and explain to me why we thought it was a good idea to not tell the people who pay rent. And then you ― [ pointing at just Yato. because he likes pointing, apparently. ] ― you're gonna tell me why the hell you're homeless and why you haven't gone to anyone for help yet.

[ he doesn't even want to think about the conversation he will have to have with the landlord tonight or tomorrow. what a headache. at least there seems to be some well-meaning intent in that gruff voice of his. ]