[ Lea's not really looking for anything specific when he walks into the boutique, more looking for the sake of looking, but looking quickly becomes staring when he notices Minato filling his a cup of coffee with what looks like ...
[ Minato looks up from where he's snapping a thread like a heathen, by pulling on it and fraying the ends instead of cutting it nicely with scissors. A length of red gets tucked into the mess of thread in his cup. ]
[ Minato opens his mouth to assure Axel that he's fine, but at the same time, he doesn't like to lie on principle. So he closes his mouth, considers, then tries again, with a shrug of the shoulders. ]
...Same as always.
[ AKA lost and confused and overall numb, but that is also the same as always. ]
It's a lot to process, so... take your time, and stuff.
[ Minato smiles just the slightest, at the laugh, but it too is brief and doesn't last. The only reason he knows what to say is because it's happened enough times that he knows what he wished people would tell him, after all. ]
People do things differently, and it's... [ Complicated. Some people get angry. Some people cry. Some people, like Minato, don't feel anything, and maybe that's why he can stay calm and collected like this. ]
[ They both must look like shit, because along with playing the slot machine for the 30th straight hour, Minato has also been subsiding on mostly coffee and whatever people pity feed him. He hasn't seen sunlight in a whole day.
He looks up and over at Axel when he speaks up, with absolutely no interruption in his lever pulling. ]
I'm not a gambler.
[ He's not gambling? This isn't an addiction. Axel doesn't know what he's talking about. ]
[ ... lea strolls over and leans over to look at minato's screen, a hand on the back of his chair. if there's one and it's not a stoole. i don't know what slot machine chairs look like and i'm too afraid to ask ]
[ I'm imagining one of those nice plush chairs, something comfortable to entice people to sit there all day and night, the opposite of hard restaurant stools that encourage people to leave. ]
Finding answers.
[ ...That was vague and he knows it. He fails another two times before looking up at Axel again. ]
[ something about having to watch minato gently stab a needle to kill futaba didn't sit right with lea. perhaps it's the whole kids executing each other. maybe he is slightly fond of minato and doesn't like the idea that he's the one who had to do it. maybe it is both. whatever it is, he gives him a bit before going to find him, a thermos in hand because the mods never said we didn't have those and i do what i want.
He settles down next to him at the koi pond without pause, offering the thermos ]
Hey. [ and, to explain: ] It's tea. Thought you might be sick of coffee for a little bit.
[ it's mediocre tea, but it is tea nonetheless. he tried. ]
[ Minato looks up from his spot on the ground, taking the thermos in his hands but balancing it on top of his stomach instead of drinking, because he can't do that without pouring the contents on his face. Or sitting up. And neither of those sound like fun things to do right now. ]
Thanks, Lea. I dunno if I'd ever get sick of coffee, though.
[ Blindly, he unscrews the cap on the thermos... decides he can't pour it upside down either, and screws the cap back. ]
[ Okay so Minato knows Lea and Hisoka share the same house but he doesn't know if they actually share the same house, as in, do they even stay in the same place, ever... But it's the house that he checks first, knocking with a series of off beat patterns, long pauses in between. If there's no answer within the first five minutes, Minato will tear off a page from his notebook and leave a note saying that he'll be in the boutique the rest of the day if Lea is free. ]
[ he does check on the house every now and then, which is the only reason he notices the note minato left, and that is how he manages to end up in the boutique, looking around curiously for minato
hoping hisoka didn't just learn how to copy other people's handwriting ]
[ It would be so funny if Minato taught Hisoka his handwriting but unfortunately it's not a clown inside the boutique. It's just Minato sitting in one of the corners, having changed into a baggy hoodie of his own to cover up the various injuries he's sustained within the past 48 hours. He's in the middle of knitting something, but sets it down when Lea approaches. ]
Over here. Did you have to use the restroom?
[ He's just going to assume that Lea doesn't sleep in his house but sometimes he comes back to pee?? where would be a good place to look for him first, in the future ]
[ Hm, so, like. Axel and Hisoka could be brothers? Maybe? The whole death thing was upsetting, but he's also determined to help as much as he can until he remembers enough to be useful, so Minato goes around to find Axel after everybody's let free from the hall. ]
Um. [ No need to be rude and purposely avoid using Axel's name, Minato just doesn't remember it.
[ The surprise is the second best part of surprise bread, so don't take that away from him... Minato does keep his hands to himself after, though, sliding them into his pocket and looking over the stab holes. ]
WEEK 0, MONDAY
Pieces of string?
... Should he ask? he will anyway. ]
... What have you got there?
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[ Minato looks up from where he's snapping a thread like a heathen, by pulling on it and fraying the ends instead of cutting it nicely with scissors. A length of red gets tucked into the mess of thread in his cup. ]
It's thread. For the fish.
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[ because both are valid ]
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[ Both are valid, and Minato roots around for some blues and whites and greys. Fishy sweater colors. ]
The plan was a net or fishing pole, but I could try knitting a sweater. Wouldn't know what size until I actually catch one first, though.
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WEEK 0, FRIDAY
Hey. You doin' alright?
[ this is a stupid question, all things considered, but he seemed to be blaming himself pretty hard, so. ]
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...Same as always.
[ AKA lost and confused and overall numb, but that is also the same as always. ]
It's a lot to process, so... take your time, and stuff.
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Taking the words right outta my mouth, huh? Thanks.
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People do things differently, and it's... [ Complicated. Some people get angry. Some people cry. Some people, like Minato, don't feel anything, and maybe that's why he can stay calm and collected like this. ]
How do you prefer to deal with loss?
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WEEK 1, TUESDAY
he is currently not playing the slot machines. that's it. that's all of it ]
I didn't take you for a gambler, kid.
[ aren't all gamblers british or pirates ]
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He looks up and over at Axel when he speaks up, with absolutely no interruption in his lever pulling. ]
I'm not a gambler.
[ He's not gambling? This isn't an addiction. Axel doesn't know what he's talking about. ]
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Uh-huh. So what're you doing, then?
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Finding answers.
[ ...That was vague and he knows it. He fails another two times before looking up at Axel again. ]
What do you think the grand prize is?
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WEEK 1, SUNDAY
He settles down next to him at the koi pond without pause, offering the thermos ]
Hey. [ and, to explain: ] It's tea. Thought you might be sick of coffee for a little bit.
[ it's mediocre tea, but it is tea nonetheless. he tried. ]
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Thanks, Lea. I dunno if I'd ever get sick of coffee, though.
[ Blindly, he unscrews the cap on the thermos... decides he can't pour it upside down either, and screws the cap back. ]
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because he's still kind of an ass. ]
I can believe that. Your bloodstream is probably mostly caffeine already anyway.
[ his is pure sugar, but, y'know, who's counting. ]
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Which makes tea all the better, I guess. Caffeine withdrawal sucks. I thought I was doing pretty well, the first few days here.
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week 2, wednesday
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hoping hisoka didn't just learn how to copy other people's handwriting ]
Minato? You in here?
[ he said so but. just. in case. it's a clown. ]
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Over here. Did you have to use the restroom?
[ He's just going to assume that Lea doesn't sleep in his house but sometimes he comes back to pee?? where would be a good place to look for him first, in the future ]
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Um. [ No need to be rude and purposely avoid using Axel's name, Minato just doesn't remember it.
He taps Axel on the arm instead. ]
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-- Minato, hey. Everything okay?
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That's what I wanted to ask you. You knew him, right? [ The clown. Your brother. ] Must be tough.
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I win.
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Ow. Don't do that. [ sighs in a faux-defeatist fashion ] But yeah, you do. So, what do you want in your bread?
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[ The surprise is the second best part of surprise bread, so don't take that away from him... Minato does keep his hands to himself after, though, sliding them into his pocket and looking over the stab holes. ]
...How deep do they go?
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