Whether it was his grandfather, father, mother or whoever, it didn’t change his irritation. As he glared at the cell phone in his hand, Yato also grumpily sat crossed-legged on the bed and expressed his displeasure.
“That old man probably doesn’t need anything. It’s just going to be the same old thing. Make sure you do your work properly, don’t behave in a way that will bring shame to the Yase family demon masters, why don’t you call every once in a while. Jeez, even though he can’t even see a single demon he just keeps running his mouth. Outsiders should keep quiet.”
Tokimori laughed bitterly when Yato mimicked his grandfather’s way of speaking halfway through his speech. Yato hated Tokimori’s family. Your grandfather is a nag, your grandmother is strict, your father is distant, and even though your mother has a kind voice, she’s the scariest of them all. Tokimori had heard those complaints since he was five years old, so it was obvious he would never come to like them.
“Tokimori, your hair is wet. What will you do if you catch a cold?”
Yato said like a meddlesome mother. He suddenly jumped and grabbed a towel. He climbed onto Tokimori’s shoulder and diligently dried his hair.
“Look, all done. Next, I’ll blow dry it for you.”
“I’ll do it myself. Thanks, Yato.”
Chapter end
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