Dead Mom || Minato & Futaba
LeBlanc served as a fine place to study, at least for a quiet student who could easily eat five portions of curry in a row and show no signs of stopping. Regardless of where he got the money to satisfy his large appetite, he always was able to pay for his multiple servings of both curry and coffee. The the food here was better than any chain, and the service was great too. The owner wasn’t overly friendly or talkative, meaning Minato could slip into a both in the corner, pull his notebooks out, put his headphones on and get to work without being disturbed. He supposed he usually overstayed his welcome...but he ordered at least two things an hour if not more...so he was fine, wasn’t he? He could sit alone and review his material without bothering anyone. Of course, this didn’t prevent him from being bothered.
The dead were always near, of course.
Though LeBlanc in particular was usually free from them...there was only one spirit who he’d call a regular: a woman with jet black hair that stopped above her shoulders, dark eyes, and glasses. She was in her fairly often from what Minato could see, though he had no reason why she chose to hang around in back-alley cafe that served the odd combination of curry and coffee, but it wasn’t as if he paid enough attention to figure out exactly why. This was about his fifth time observing her.
He removed his headphones and let them hang loosely around his neck, his mild curiosity making him want to listen to see if she was saying anything. He usually found that hearing the dead was a pain, but if it was only one of them...he could handle that.