[Oh, oh oh! Oh! A present! He takes it with grabby fingers, peeking into the paper bag as if the day-old cinnamon buns were baked with pure gold. He holds them in his lap, debating whether or not it was appropriate to start feasting yet. Hesitating, he meets Minato's eyes fearlessly.]
I think there's some things you should know. Atsumi, she ...
[He chooses his words carefully, grasping for the right way to express what he's feeling. He takes a long breath, and then picks again. Debating on how he should start this, and where he should go. And then he remembers that this is Minato, and that no matter how he fumbles, that things will eventually come naturally. It, oddly, puts him at ease. Just like she does.]
How do I start? I don't even know where I should begin.
Oh! How about ... [His grasp tightens on the bag of cinnamon buns.] Remember the first time that we met? Well, I guess it wouldn't be the first time ... but the second time? I offered you a contract ...
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:19 am (UTC)I think there's some things you should know. Atsumi, she ...
[He chooses his words carefully, grasping for the right way to express what he's feeling. He takes a long breath, and then picks again. Debating on how he should start this, and where he should go. And then he remembers that this is Minato, and that no matter how he fumbles, that things will eventually come naturally. It, oddly, puts him at ease. Just like she does.]
How do I start? I don't even know where I should begin.
Oh! How about ... [His grasp tightens on the bag of cinnamon buns.] Remember the first time that we met? Well, I guess it wouldn't be the first time ... but the second time? I offered you a contract ...