minato

[whitewalls]

I'LL PUT A MEME HERE LATER I'M AT WORK

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[compendiem]

[ "How" doesn't seem like the right question to be asking, why they should be trying to figure out "why"

He dips his head, and frowns. ]

Maybe... it happened outside one of the gates. Lots of wildlife out there... it could have been an accident, still.

[whitewalls]

Perhaps. But if they're insistent that someone is responsible...

[ it implies otherwise, maybe. they didn't give a lot of information but they did say that someone caused it. ]

But it could be someone from the outside, right. Maybe we'll need to look for the animal tomorrow?

[compendiem]

[ Maybe that somebody was Tsuru, and he got eaten because he looked tasty. ]

Maybe... But if it's an animal, what's there to do? Revenge is one thing, but... Would you want to hurt an animal who was just trying to feed itself?

[whitewalls]

[ that will be a very quick trial. ]

No. I'm sure others might if it was actually attacking people for no reason though.

[ she... would prefer for no one to be killing anything, person or animal. ]

I guess we'll find out later.

[compendiem]

[ Watch us still be struggling at the very last minute ]

I guess...

[ This is probably a bad time, but ] Lune says the best thing to do before tomorrow is rest. Can you stomach anything? Thought maybe we could try some sort of soup, and it'd keep our minds off things.

[whitewalls]

... that'll be nice. If there isn't anything we can do until tomorrow, we might as well do something.

[ instead of just sitting around in nothing but their thoughts. ]

[compendiem]

Alright.

[ Minato will lead the way to the kitchen, where they can sit around with a pot of water and also their thoughts, because that's what keeps coming up and occupying Minato's the entire trek there. Better for himself to eat, or he double wouldn't feel like it tomorrow, and he should make sure Naminé eats something too. ]

[whitewalls]

[ that's fine.

she stays quiet for the most part, but after a while she kind of has to ask. ]

... did you know him?

[compendiem]

[ There's no need to ask who she's talking about. ]

...I got to know him, a bit. But I think I'd feel the same even if I didn't.

[ If it were a stranger who had died, he would feel exactly the same as if he'd seen the ashen face of one of his teammates. He'd feel the same inside: just sort of empty, and numb. ]

Did you two get to be friends? I think you would have really liked him.

[whitewalls]

No. We didn't get to talk before it happened.

[ she sounds a little mad about this, like she's upset at herself for not reaching out to him before something like this happened. ]

I wish we did.

[compendiem]

[ What can he say to that? Of course there would be regret, not speaking to somebody before they passed, thoughts of "what if"s and "if only"s trying to convince you that something could have changed if things were different. Maybe Tsuru would've been in the kitchen with him and Naminé at the time, instead of out there. Maybe maybe maybe. ]

...Maybe we can burn an offering for him later. We wouldn't be able to hear anything back, but at least he can hear us.

[whitewalls]

Yeah.

[ she remembers seeing lune leave something at tsurumaru's coffin. ]

What do you think he might like?

[compendiem]

He really liked his chicken.............

[whitewalls]

... I'm not sure if we can send a chicken...

[ kara would kill them

she frowns, trying to think of... something. ]

What if we drew the chicken?

[compendiem]

Oh. Yeah, that'd be easier to burn. Though chickens are kinda hard to draw...

[ Minato as an artist. Save him, Naminé ]

[whitewalls]

We can go look at them later, so we have them as reference.

[ tsuru will hopefully not mind the chicken not being perfect, maybe] ]

[compendiem]

That's a good idea.

[ Minato slows a little, to pull a small notebook out of his knitted side bag that he has and I never mentioned, he knitted himself a bag because people kept telling him to stop carrying fish in his pockets, and he has a notebook because Axel told him to stop taking notes right on his arm.

Anyways. He flips to a clean page of the notebook and writes at the top "CHICKENS." That should be enough of a reminder, probably. ]

[whitewalls]

[ she has no reason to think he'll need a more detailed one. ]

... I hope someone can look after his chicken.

[ it's a chicken ]

[compendiem]

[ Yes, it's a chicken, and Minato looks concerned as well. ]

...Ookurikara knew Tsurumaru well, I believe. He said they'd go on missions together... He might be the best person to adopt the chicken.

[ The best place for an orphan is with family, if one would take them in. ]

[whitewalls]

... I'm sure he will then, if they're friends.

[ without them asking him to, she means. ]

I hope he's doing okay.

[ it's weird, because she figured that her friends being here was a blessing, but now she's wondering what she might do if xion or axel got killed like that. ]

[compendiem]

[ Minato hums softly under his breath in agreement, staring at nothing as they make their way to the kitchen. ]

People deal with things differently. Wish I knew how to help.

[ He only has two strategies when he's feeling down; either he sleeps for 14 hours straight, or he goes off to hunt Shadows, putting his life on the line in a situation where he can't afford to zone out, forcing himself not to think about anything else. Cooking is too mundane a task to accomplish that, but it's still something.

A pot of water gets put on the stove and the heat turned up, and then he turns to Naminé. ]

How about you choose two ingredients, and I choose two?

[ And then hope they work together. ]

[whitewalls]

That works with me.

[ there's a good chance they won't, but even if this ends badly it's still a good way to kill time. there's probably other food they can nab to eat if that happens, so they don't go hungry.

but naminé will wander off to look for something in the kitchen that could possibly go into soup. ]

[compendiem]

[ It's the process that matter more than the end result, but Minato tries to find things that will go well with anything. Eggs and potatoes it is. Five eggs, and ten potatoes. This may or may not end up more like mashed potato than a soup, but it's fine, he's sure the volume will reduce as they cook. ]

[whitewalls]

[ as naminé has never really cooked before, and admittedly does not get to eat too many different things, it takes her a little longer to pick something out. she eventually returns with tomatoes and ham.

hm. ]

[compendiem]

[ ...maybe they should forget about the soup and go with some sort of breakfast mash, seeing these four ingredients laying side by side together. ]

Alright... this'll do. [ It's whatever? So long as it's even slightly edible, Minato will at least eat it; he's not that picky. ]

We'll go with something chunky. Eggs cook quickly, so we'll leave those for last. Do you want to peel potatoes, or cut tomatoes?

[ The ham... he will figure out later how to use it. ]