How long do you guys live then? A hundred eons? [Vague guess while they focus on something else and hiss conversation topics back and forth to each other. Some gods die, some live forever, who the hell knows anymore with different pantheons and world deities coming and going in this place. As for Yato's midyounglifeidentity crisis... good luck with that, man.]

You don't have creeps hanging around your shrines? [The last thing he asks before launching off their perch into full attack mode. Crushes him right into the ground and a camera goes scattering alongside the guy's notebook. Luckily the camera doesn't land anywhere dangerous, ending up in a pile of mulch nearby beneath a bush, but the notebook? Might have some trouble chasing that down. Someone in the shop next to them staggers in alarm at the commotion, but Katsuki's ignoring that.]

No! Don't! I only wanted a picture!

[Way to sound even more like a creep. Katsuki scowls at the top of his head, lip curling in a bad expression. He lets Yato fish around in the guy's pocket, revealing a wallet and some extra digital cards. Old fashioned, since he's not using an ocular device.] They had a photo op when we got back from Egypt, you shithead.