Yato freezes at the table with most of a slice of bread stuffed in his mouth. He might've been prepared to sit there and get yelled at peacefully. But the gun -- Yato rises to his feet, one hand instinctively going to his pocket for his knife.
Not a good move. His lagging mind reminds him that this woman must be Jade's mom. His hand moves back away from his pocket, but it probably looked bad; he tenses, ready to dive to the side if she decides that was worth shooting him over. ]
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Yato freezes at the table with most of a slice of bread stuffed in his mouth. He might've been prepared to sit there and get yelled at peacefully. But the gun -- Yato rises to his feet, one hand instinctively going to his pocket for his knife.
Not a good move. His lagging mind reminds him that this woman must be Jade's mom. His hand moves back away from his pocket, but it probably looked bad; he tenses, ready to dive to the side if she decides that was worth shooting him over. ]