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_{Yato coughs into the can at his old shrine being brought into mention and for a split second his mind flashes the memory of the day that he’d gotten the small, hand-made gift.} 

_“…” 

_{For granted..?} 

                                _{Yes… many, quite frankly, act as if their shrines were
                        merely places of lavish and mocking those below them.} 

_{His mind flickers through times through the years of his existence that he was turned around, laughed at, spat at, and so much more and his gaze goes… lukewarm. There was a brief pause in her words and he wondered what she was going to say, his first guess was that it would be another joke his way–}  

                     _{“…!” His eyes were wide, shocked into even more silence.} 

_{The words on his lips died out into nothing and as if on cue, a strand of midnight hair fell out of the ponytail on his head and into his face. The newbie fortune god had no idea what to say to that, almost losing his grip on the can in his hand and his eyes slowly pulled themselves away from her face to look down.} 

             _{He…
             …did well.}