[Was Minato tired? Surely that was a trick question. Leaning against the doorframe, he shrugged one shoulder and glanced out at the moon.]
... You asked me to come, so I came.
[Wordlessly, he thrusts out the paper bag of buns to Ryoji and accepts the proffered seat, climbing over the arm of the bench to settle into the worn groove someone has already made into it. The bench makes a groaning noise of protest under their combined weight, but Minato doesn't seem to be too worried about it.]
I'm fine; I drank a lot of coffee at work. You said you needed to talk?
[He turns to Ryoji face-on, expression subdued to the untrained eye, but honestly brimming with concern.]
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:07 am (UTC)... You asked me to come, so I came.
[Wordlessly, he thrusts out the paper bag of buns to Ryoji and accepts the proffered seat, climbing over the arm of the bench to settle into the worn groove someone has already made into it. The bench makes a groaning noise of protest under their combined weight, but Minato doesn't seem to be too worried about it.]
I'm fine; I drank a lot of coffee at work. You said you needed to talk?
[He turns to Ryoji face-on, expression subdued to the untrained eye, but honestly brimming with concern.]