âAhâŠliveâŠ. Here, Iâll give you a number and Iâll come to you.â No need to tell this guy he was technically homeless⊠Hey this might be a nice business opportunity~
âItâs my work number! Call to return the scarf, but you can call if you need any help with anything. Anything at all!â He told him cheerfully, handing out a little card with his name and number on there. âThe Delivery God Yato! Give me a call to solve any and all of your problems!â
âUhâŠ.â Well, a simple address would have sufficed, but heâs not gonna question it. Heâs probably not wanting to talk about it. Maybe he doesnât have a home? It wouldnât surprise him, to be honest?
âAlrightâŠâ Wait, did he say God? Hah, funny! âWell, did you wanna come over? You know my way of thanking you for uh helping me here.â He offered.
Yato raised a brow slightly at the offer. He hadnât quite expected that. âOh, uh... Really? I mean, thanks, but I was just makinâ sure you were okay, uh... What was your name again?â Had he gotten a name out of the other yet?











