Yato was pressing his face against the claw machine glass and couldn't hide his excitement and he was jumping in his place like a little kid “THAT ONE” he pointed to one of the Totoro’s smallest plushies
“Or...maybe that one” he suddenly changed the target and pointed another plushie. “prehaps this..one..” again he pointed a different plush “but...I really want that one..” Yato spent almost tree minutes trying to decide wich plushe he wanted but ...he couldn’t“AAAAAAAAAAAH WHAT SHOULD I DOOOO”
Then he stared again to the man he dragged into this and squeezed his hands. “PLEASE CHOSEN ONE TELL MEEE” he pleaded like this was the toughest descision he made in his life. But then something happened. Yato looked to the machine. There was a golden Totoro’s plushie there. “Totoro’s golden limited edition ...there is like only one hundred of those ...”gasped , voice filled with amusement and joy. “ THAT IS IT...I NEED IT” he was so excited he didn’t even noticed he was shaking the man as he speaks.















