[THERE ARE ALTERNATIVES?! He doesn't wanna hear about them. Luckily this isn't the strangest thing Katsuki's seen Yato wear; that award goes to the maid dress they had to wear at the stupid card office. Don't expect him to stick around if he finds the god wearing something as ridiculous as leather harnesses, briefs, and strappy sandals of the risque kind. (Where the hell are they gonna find park mascots? ... Because he would totally shatter his beliefs.)]
For some people. [Grumbled under his breath as he fetches the gift from its grouping. How many birthdays or holidays has Yato gone through? Likely none of them celebrated as humans do, given the guy's history and origins. Gods probably don't have parties for their birthdays. No one believes in Yato back home, so no presents at his shrine. Etc. His existence here is gonna be a unique one.]
You wanna eat the wrapping paper? [That's a threat. Katsuki is able to tug the ribbon from the gift with his right arm, but that's about the limit of its strength right now. He takes over with his left, fingers "slicing" through the tape and creases to open the present in a deft, skilled few moves. Rather than ripping it open like a dervish as some expect him to do. What ends up in the white splay of wrapping paper is a... Huh, a one-handed cutting board.
For a few seconds, he's quiet, both surprised and touched at the thought behind Yato's gift. He has no intention of losing his arm permanently, but it's not gonna regain its ability any faster. He can't work in the kitchen as well like this, unable to hold things like a damn potato or carrot to cut them up by himself. Suddenly having a way to do exactly that? ... Yeah, there's a tiny twitch upward at the corner of his mouth.] Damn, your brain worked overtime for this.
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For some people. [Grumbled under his breath as he fetches the gift from its grouping. How many birthdays or holidays has Yato gone through? Likely none of them celebrated as humans do, given the guy's history and origins. Gods probably don't have parties for their birthdays. No one believes in Yato back home, so no presents at his shrine. Etc. His existence here is gonna be a unique one.]
You wanna eat the wrapping paper? [That's a threat. Katsuki is able to tug the ribbon from the gift with his right arm, but that's about the limit of its strength right now. He takes over with his left, fingers "slicing" through the tape and creases to open the present in a deft, skilled few moves. Rather than ripping it open like a dervish as some expect him to do. What ends up in the white splay of wrapping paper is a... Huh, a one-handed cutting board.
For a few seconds, he's quiet, both surprised and touched at the thought behind Yato's gift. He has no intention of losing his arm permanently, but it's not gonna regain its ability any faster. He can't work in the kitchen as well like this, unable to hold things like a damn potato or carrot to cut them up by himself. Suddenly having a way to do exactly that? ... Yeah, there's a tiny twitch upward at the corner of his mouth.] Damn, your brain worked overtime for this.