[ Minato huffs out a faint breath at that, but he just shakes his head. Thankfully, stocking the place for basic Japanese meals had been a priority for him, so he's got what he needs for a simple meal of salmon and miso soup.
He'll just start to cook, for now in silence. The distraction is nice, but...
[Akira's going to take a seat at whatever table I gave Cerberus, I don't remember, don't at me. he falls silent when Minato does, hands linked together and resting on the table, tail swishing behind him as it hangs off the side of the chair]
[. . .]
[now that they aren't talking, or joking around, the weight of the morning's events are starting to press against him again, and he ducks his head and closes his eyes to take in a deep breath]
[okay good Minato served himself. if he hadn't, Akira would have Said Something]
[he's going to help himself to the soup first, which warms him from the inside out. incidentally. . . it's just the thing he needed after a horrible morning, and he lets out a tiny sigh as some of the tension seeps from his shoulders]
[pauses with utensil in his mouth, gaze flickering up to blink at Minato]
[. . .]
. . . mmm.
[he isn't really sure what to say to that, but!! he'll make a noise of acknowledgement and just. . . nod, because. yeah. Minato made it very clear he needed this just as much as Akira did]
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survivaltricks) wrote2021-09-17 11:25 pm
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And yet I barely feel the physical strain.
[ACTUALLY HE'S PRETTY DAMN EXHAUSTED BUT SHHHH]
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And blandly: ]
Your HP may be okay, but your MP is in the single digits. Sit down, okay? I'll make...
[ hmmm!! ]
Some miso soup and... fish?
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If I tired to say no, you'd bully me, wouldn't you?
[mmmm]
So that sounds. . . good.
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I would... unless you really didn't want it.
But if it's just because you don't want me to go to the trouble or something... then it's fine, because I want to do this.
[ so he'll start puttering around the Cerberus kitchen! ]
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[following Minato into the kitchen, head tilted back to admire the simple decor]
No comment.
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He'll just start to cook, for now in silence. The distraction is nice, but...
....... it's not really enough. ]
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[. . .]
[now that they aren't talking, or joking around, the weight of the morning's events are starting to press against him again, and he ducks his head and closes his eyes to take in a deep breath]
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he focuses on the meal; setting up the soup to boil, cutting up the fish to fry. ]
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[it takes him a bit to muster up the energy, but when he does, he lifts his head to speak again]
. . . smells really good.
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... Thanks. Sorry. I was... thinking, I guess.
It shouldn't be much longer.
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I'm not rushing you. It's okay.
[they are both a little distracted this morning]
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Minato just hums quietly in response... and goes back to tending to the food.
It really doesn't take much longer though before he's setting a bowl of miso soup and the cooked fish in front of Akira. Tastes of home!
He'll serve himself up the rest. ]
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[he's going to help himself to the soup first, which warms him from the inside out. incidentally. . . it's just the thing he needed after a horrible morning, and he lets out a tiny sigh as some of the tension seeps from his shoulders]
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They can eat in quiet peace for a little bit... but finally, after that tiny sigh, Minato opens his mouth again. ]
... Thank you for letting me do this.
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[. . .]
. . . mmm.
[he isn't really sure what to say to that, but!! he'll make a noise of acknowledgement and just. . . nod, because. yeah. Minato made it very clear he needed this just as much as Akira did]
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[ Minato smiles a tiny little smile down at his miso soup. ]
... No matter what, I have a responsibility here to do everything that I can do. Even if it's just something like this.
So that's what I'm going to do. No matter... what.
[ No matter how hopeless this all felt or how crushing it was... there's still at least one tiny thing he can do, and so he'll do it. ]
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[. . .]
[quietly]
After all. . . helping one person is still helping, isn't it?
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Even if it's something small.
[ even if it's just a bowl of soup, or diving in the middle of a fight to try to save one person--or monster. ]
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[. . .]
[then he lifts his bowl of miso soup to take a sip]