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      _{”Preten- ?!”} 

           _{Usually, moreso than not, insults rarely phased him. He wasn’t one to let things bother him or even pay any mind to them but this one- he couldn’t quite place it but a seething rage began to form in the pit of his chest.} 

_{The shock of the blatant disrespect thrown at him fades away to be replaced
by something new. When he’d arrived, he wasn’t giving  the impression of
anything other than being angry of his break interruption, but now there was a
shift, so to speak. The air around them both changes, emanating and seeping
with not only the burn of his rage but that of a dangerous wild animal waiting to
strike.} 

       _{Yato’s expression goes blank though his eyes hold a certain…} 

                                       _{edge to them,} 

                                                         _{a warning even.} 

_{“I pretend to be         n o      o n e .}

          _{I am the God of Serendipity and
                      I am a God of War.} 

            _{To say that I’m anything else would be to say}

                        _{I am less than that.”} 

                              _{Eyes now glowing, Yato’s voice was cold, dry, and as sharp as the blade he’d named years ago. Slang thrown aside and posture changed, the threat was clear and precise, his anger withheld inside, lying in wait for the chance to rip the one in front of him that dared to say such damnation to his face.}

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