minato

[whitewalls]

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

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[whitewalls]

[ at least it'll be an easy way for him to win a favor ]

We can go now, yeah. I'm free.

[compendiem]

Awesome.

[ Flash forward to the casino, where Naminé can see the little corner machine where Minato has decided he'll live for the rest of his time here. ...There's coffee mugs everywhere, which he fills up all at once when he runs out and systematically works his way through them. Some of them are still full. All of them are cold. ]

Do you want any coffee?

[ While he gestures to the machine next to his. ]

[whitewalls]

[ ... naminé has a few questions but no idea how to ask any of them.

for now, she just sits at the indicated machine. ]

No, I'm fine. [ ... ] So we just pull the lever?

[compendiem]

[ Then she will never learn the answers to those questions. ]

Yep. Pull once to start the reels, and again to stop them.

[whitewalls]

Got it.

[ she immediately goes to pull it now. she seems pretty fascinated by the sound it makes? it's cheerful. ]

How long have you been playing with this?

[compendiem]

[ It's bright and cheerful and about 24948 hours and 35894590 cups of coffee later, it's grating and headache inducing but he will power through it. ]

Hm... I found it around two days ago, and have been playing it since. I'm already in the positives [ He reaches up with his free hand to tap the screen, showing the number of unclaimed credits he's earned ] so I think my luck is pretty good.

[whitewalls]

[ there's a pause....

she leans over to look at his screen. hers is still spinning. ]

Have you taken breaks?

[compendiem]

...You gotta pull twice.

[ Ignores her question and gestures to her machine ]

[whitewalls]

Huh?

[ that momentarily distracts her, at least, and she'll pull it again to watch it come to a stop.

no matches. ]

[compendiem]

Oh, too bad.

[ The entire time, Minato hasn't stopped cranking his lever; he can tell by the sound (or lack of) whether he's made any matches or not. ]

Keep trying, don't give up.

[whitewalls]

[ too bad she doesn't know about gambling addiction

but she'll pull hers again. she's apparently been distracted, for now, from her question. ]

[compendiem]

[ This'll be her in a while. Satisfied, Minato sits back and resumes his own lever pulling, eyes closed and mind wandering as he autopilots pulling and reaching over to take a swig of coffee every once in a while. He could probably do this in his sleep.

It'd be peaceful, if it weren't so bright and loud. ]

[whitewalls]

[ she keeps glancing at him, her concern growing slightly because it is so very obvious he has been doing this a lot.

minato. minato your breaks.

but for now it's just. lever pulling. ]

[compendiem]

[ He's taking a break right now. He's taking a nap. While still playing. ]

[whitewalls]

[




she reaches over to poke his cheek ]

[compendiem]

[ Minato startles, jerks awake, and falls sideways off his seat. ]

[whitewalls]

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Minato?!

[ she jumps off her seat to hurry to him?? ]

[compendiem]

[ He's fine, somewhat dazed, blinking up at Naminé ]

...............was there an earthquake....

[ what happened, why is he on the ground ]

[whitewalls]

Are you okay? You just... fell off!

[ she's poking him?? on the hunt for injuries?? ]

[compendiem]

[ Minato squeezes his eyes at getting poked, because while he's not actively bleeding out, there are probably bruises somewhere and the lack of nutrients these past few days aren't going to do him any favors in healing up. ]

I'm alright. Probably was a muscle cramp or something... I wish there were left handed slot machines.

[ He sits up and extends a hand for Naminé to help haul him up, because better she does that than poke him in the ribs where it actually really hurts. ]

[whitewalls]

[ it most definitely was not a muscle cramp

but she takes his hand and up you go, minato, although gently in case he really is dead from the fall and his arm snaps off. ]

How long have you been at this for?

[compendiem]

[ Minato gets off the ground, but doesn't let go of Naminé's hand; it's his hostage now, so he can sleep in peace and she can't poke him. ]

Hm..... Time kinda blurs together when you can't see the sun, you know? I've filled my coffee cups a couple of times, though.

[ There's like a dozen cups, which should collectively last him about a day, maybe. So. Three days. ]

[whitewalls]

I think it's time we take a short break. I can't have you falling off your seat again. What if I'm not around to get you back up?

[ she says this as if it wasn't her fault he fell off in the first place ]

[compendiem]

I would try to use my foot to reach the lever probably.

[ But yeah, okay, fine. He goes ahead and lies back down on the ground, not half hanging off the chair like before, but flat on his back with his feet propped up on the seat to keep them up high. ]

[whitewalls]

[ well, that's one way to rest.

she sits down next to them, and once again they must look really dumb if anyone passes by them. ]

Is that comfortable?