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                @vestlia ;

A vacant stare is cast outside the window, focusing on the world he never thought he would see again. His body has finally stopped trembling, and his lungs no longer ached as they expanded with air. Waking up and coming to had a large shock on his him, both mentally and physically -- and he wasn’t even sure if he had fully recovered yet.

But somehow, his body managed to function through the process of brewing a pot of coffee, even though he sat at the dinner table, the steaming mug now cooled down to a lukewarm settle clenched within a vice grip -- the glass near creaking from strain, threatening to break in his hold.

                   This was real.....                                                 HE WAS ALIVE. 

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“It’s raining....,” he observed, extending a hand as droplets landed in his palm. Naturally he would be caught in it.

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                  “I’m not sick, you can stop fussing over me now.”

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                     @kabedont ;

                  In this moment, Minato wished that he did not see a thing. Slowly approaching, he crouched down and placed his hands on his knees. “What are you doing on the floor, Kasai-san?” 

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                           @griimyouth ;

              He saw it from the corner of his eye and the most instinctual thing for him to do was FLINCH away. The outreaching hand had taken him by surprise, causing his body to stiffen in a moment of SHOCK; whether or not it was actually meant to touch him or the pole of the moving bus remained uncertain. However, realizing that his reaction was most certainly UNCALLED for, Minato allowed his eyes to glance to the side.

                                              “... Sorry.” 

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               @investigxter ;

              “Is there a PROBLEM?” This was supposed to be his chance to be ALONE. Living in a dorm room of other students made it rather DIFFICULT for him to emerge himself in undisturbed silence, but now he had to deal with this old MAN. Okay, so, he did not appear THAT old to Minato, but as it may seem, the Fool was unusually agitated that night. It was almost midnight, which meant that he only had a small slot before the Dark Hour began, and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with someone lecturing him about some CURFEW. 

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                @mors-vincit-omnia ;

                TIME SURELY GOES BY, DOESN’T IT? The date had snuck up on him, completely blind-sighted him. No matter how much time has passed, he will never FORGET the night he had lost it all. Too bad by the time he realized the date, he was already in class. Maybe he could leave during break and hop on a train out of town; as long as he was ANYWHERE but HERE. So lost in his thoughts, the Fool was unaware of the looming presence of the taller, eyes fixated on the doodles on his paper.  

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                  @minatoxarisato ;

                “Do whatever you want --“ The words left his lips THOUGHTLESSLY, not even looking up at who approached him. The team has been so ANTSY to go into Tartarus, yet he had not been very MOTIVATED as of late. It wasn’t like they HAD to wait for him; Mitsuru and Akihiko ventured into Tartarus WAY before he came along.

                   Finally, cobalt hues flitted up and a look of mild SURPRISE crossed his features. O-kay, that was something he had not expected, coming face to face with HIMSELF. 

                                          “Ah--”