[ Yamada wobbles with his hands up, bouncing on a single squishy tail that serves as a foot. ]
Aww, don't be that way- no one does this sort of thing for the money, right?
[ He plans to squish closer to be shoulder to... whatever slimes have that you can call a shoulder. To poke affectionately and irritatingly. Yamada's own spirtual senses are unrefined, unless he grows himself a pair of antennae for the purpose. Even his eyesight isn't so good as a blob of rubber. So it's not surprise he misses the Wanyudo too.
Until the whole area lights up with immense flickering orange light when the flames of the wheels flare up. And the yōki that comes with it is enough that even Yamada picks it up. He swirls about to look, a pair of eyes growing on his slime form just to pop out comically at the sight. The flames swirl around the train, reforging it in a single moment. The power of the wheels has merged into one, giant ferocious face on the front and flame decals. ]
...Aww beans.
[ Blazing flames shoot fron its nostrils, and it starts to move- away from the pair. It's out to collect spirits- and it wants quantity, not quality. Thinking quick, Yamada shoots out a rubber arm to snag the train and the other to grab Yusuke. He doesn't believe that 'no help without pay' thing for a second, so of course he's gonna drag him along. ]
[He opens his mouth to retort— he absolutely wants to be in it for the money, thank you very much, the ramen thing was supposed to be the side hustle and not the other way around, except that everybody keeps either running up a tab or stiffing him and he can't just be constantly doing the nice thing all the damn time— but thank god for everyone, because the situation changes before he even has a chance to get going.
He's still in the process of registering what's happened when there's a sudden yank around his waist, and he's abruptly taken off his feet.]
Wh— Hey! [Shouted, over the noise of the train and the rush of air as they're dragged after it. For a kid his age, he's sure got some lungs on him.] You didn't say anything about them being able to pull shit like this!
[He's at least not going to quibble about his reinforcement status now, apparently. Which is maybe why so many people are able to successfully stiff him, but that's neither here nor there.]
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Aww, don't be that way- no one does this sort of thing for the money, right?
[ He plans to squish closer to be shoulder to... whatever slimes have that you can call a shoulder. To poke affectionately and irritatingly. Yamada's own spirtual senses are unrefined, unless he grows himself a pair of antennae for the purpose. Even his eyesight isn't so good as a blob of rubber. So it's not surprise he misses the Wanyudo too.
Until the whole area lights up with immense flickering orange light when the flames of the wheels flare up. And the yōki that comes with it is enough that even Yamada picks it up. He swirls about to look, a pair of eyes growing on his slime form just to pop out comically at the sight. The flames swirl around the train, reforging it in a single moment. The power of the wheels has merged into one, giant ferocious face on the front and flame decals. ]
...Aww beans.
[ Blazing flames shoot fron its nostrils, and it starts to move- away from the pair. It's out to collect spirits- and it wants quantity, not quality. Thinking quick, Yamada shoots out a rubber arm to snag the train and the other to grab Yusuke. He doesn't believe that 'no help without pay' thing for a second, so of course he's gonna drag him along. ]
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He's still in the process of registering what's happened when there's a sudden yank around his waist, and he's abruptly taken off his feet.]
Wh— Hey! [Shouted, over the noise of the train and the rush of air as they're dragged after it. For a kid his age, he's sure got some lungs on him.] You didn't say anything about them being able to pull shit like this!
[He's at least not going to quibble about his reinforcement status now, apparently. Which is maybe why so many people are able to successfully stiff him, but that's neither here nor there.]