[ They whirl around with more surprise than becomes them, the music box emitting a metallic shriek as its internal mechanism jerks in their hand. Rutile's eyebrow threatens to leave their head, but honestly, what were they expecting? Where there's junk, there's Yato.
They take in his disheveled appearance, drawing a few quick conclusions from his emergence from the back room. ]
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[ They whirl around with more surprise than becomes them, the music box emitting a metallic shriek as its internal mechanism jerks in their hand. Rutile's eyebrow threatens to leave their head, but honestly, what were they expecting? Where there's junk, there's Yato.
They take in his disheveled appearance, drawing a few quick conclusions from his emergence from the back room. ]
You work here?
Whatever happened to granting wishes?