( ᵇˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵛᵉˢˢᵉˡ )

Hook, line, and sinker. Yukine grins. "I'll tell you if you can catch it." He then promptly tosses it out of the room, the sound of it bouncing down the steps echoing off the walls. A pity that it's literally just a coin he already had. (Yukine isn't going to tell him that, though.)

Annnnd there he goes running towards the coin that was bouncing down the steps and he literally is running on all fours like a feline chasing a toy.

"Uuuunbelievable." Yukine snorts. "Or, believable. Yeah, I believe it." His God may as well have been born a cat. "Forget Yatogami. I'm calling you Catogami from now on." He mutters, mostly to himself. "That's a coin from your own stash, by the way!" He calls after Yato, shaking his head.

“Daikoku-san is gonna come up here any minutes now to throw you through the wall." And personally, he'd let him. Yukine pauses and pulls out a 5 yen coin. "Look, it's shiny. You want it?" He waves it in front of Yato, a sort of mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

He sits on the top of the fridge like a cat and sees the shiny 5 yen coin, eyes sharp on it. "Yes! Where did you get it?!" He reaches out for it slowly like hes about to bap it out of his hands.

Hook, line, and sinker. Yukine grins. "I'll tell you if you can catch it." He then promptly tosses it out of the room, the sound of it bouncing down the steps echoing off the walls. A pity that it's literally just a coin he already had. (Yukine isn't going to tell him that, though.)

“Dude, what are you yelling for? It's annoying..."

Yells louder, "Because I wannnnna!"

“Daikoku-san is gonna come up here any minutes now to throw you through the wall." And personally, he'd let him. Yukine pauses and pulls out a 5 yen coin. "Look, it's shiny. You want it?" He waves it in front of Yato, a sort of mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

SCREAMS REALLY LOUDLY

“Dude, what are you yelling for? It's annoying..."

Hiyori is in this trend

“Yeah, the ‘Yato God’, I know. But, you--you haven’t always gone by Yato though, remember?” He’s respectful enough not to say it. Alright though, he supposes that he’s teased him enough. “Besides! I never said being old was a bad thing, did I? Being old also means more experienced, and wise... w, well. In some areas, anyway...”

“Well, duh! I know they’re old. They’re like, real adults! But half the time I feel like I’m the one parenting a God, here!” Which is like, totally unfair. “You’re old enough to be my great-great... ....great-great-great grandfather!”

“Wow, you really are old, you geezer.” But, wait... “Can music really bring people together, that way?”

Here they are! Sorry for the late response. :)

“Not really. This commentary practically writes itself.” He’s grinning, like the little shit that he is.

     “I have claimed this as my anthem.”

“Yup, that about fits you, alright.”