[It's good to finally get some real food that's not laced with caffeine to keep them awake, so Yato's taken to dishing himself up a couple of plates worth of deliciousness. It's all going so nicely, so smoothly, except as he starts to raise his fork to his mouth, he's hit by the after effects of the damn kaiju, sending him spiraling back into a horrible memory that leaves his stomach lurching.
Once it ends, he realizes Zel is sitting there similarly to him, though he hasn't dropped his fork like Yato has. He has a nasty idea of what just happened, given it's been a reoccurring theme lately, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with.
Growling lowly in a rather uncharacteristic fashion, he snatches up his fork, gripping it so tightly that the metal bends slightly.]
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Once it ends, he realizes Zel is sitting there similarly to him, though he hasn't dropped his fork like Yato has. He has a nasty idea of what just happened, given it's been a reoccurring theme lately, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with.
Growling lowly in a rather uncharacteristic fashion, he snatches up his fork, gripping it so tightly that the metal bends slightly.]
...lemme guess. You saw that.