{☥} - “Well it’s not fine with me.” They’re teammates and like it or not if they’re ever going to get anything in that hell like labyrinth they’re going to need one another. Especially him, what with his power. A moment of silence in which Yukari looks on at the boy and his stone like gaze that refuses to find her own and then she gives an overdrawn sigh.
“We’re your friends…” Its a word she doesn’t use too often and tastes foreign on her tongue. Rough and unfamiliar she tastes the word once more then pushes herself up to her feet to escape into the kitchen in order to start her dinner preparations.
Minato acts as if he’s just invited death to play and its a concept everyone who resides in the shiny new dorm knows well.
Comfortable in his own shoes, opinions and consequences he did not feel { abandoned } by her retreat. He was no feast for insecurity, no victim of her nervous lash. Confrontation merely e n d e d as it often did and in its wake he stood without remorse.
The boy with headphones remained too well adjusted to falter here. Music hummed in his ears, a private consort that filled his silent world with sound at the touch of a button. This particular track burned loud, fast and upbeat. His fondness for it stoked by a { power } chorus of electric guitars.
Although it was a poorly matched theme for his casual gait, he listened f a i t h f u l l y while navigating his way through the dormitory. He followed his own path, owing her neither response nor companionship, and soon found himself ascending stairs. The roof beckoned him - or was it the open sky that also waited there? - and with hands in his pockets he sought to { answer } its call and indulge in the fresh air.
