[ Yato knows... some of y'all. His eyes gleam blue, catlike in the dim lighting as he looks around at the room, people and furnishings alike. He settles his hands on his hips, pushing aside the shittyass katana at his hip. ]
If you need something cut up, come to me. I'm Yato, by the way.
[ That's it that's all he's good for in a tiny room like this... worst god ]
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If you need something cut up, come to me. I'm Yato, by the way.
[ That's it that's all he's good for in a tiny room like this... worst god ]