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week 1, Monday

[messianic]

[So how's that for a drama bomb dropped on them...? If Minato's totally honest, he's not even remotely sure how to process it...

But as per usual, he copes with things by not coping with them. He's shoving all of those feelings under the rug to focus on the people here. Which means that when he sees Vanitas skulking about... he naturally has to come over.

Look, Vanitas, your least favorite person.]

Hey... are you doing okay?

[enter_the_darkness]

[ SIGH! ]

What, it isn't obvious?

[ He tosses a smirk, and then stares down at his drink for just a seeecond longer than he intends. ]

Just peachy.

[messianic]

[...Yeah, it's sure obvious in its own way.]

I know it's not very helpful at a time like this... but I wanted to check on you anyway.

[enter_the_darkness]

... Of course you did. You're way too much like one of them, after all.

[ He shakes his head and shrugs, a sort of ironic smirk on his lips. ]

Don't you have people you'd rather be actual friends with?

[messianic]

[One of who...?]

... No, I'm sure of it. This is where I want to be right now.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He releases a sigh after a couple of seconds. ]

Right... There wasn't much point in asking that.

[ There's a pause as he goes over everything that could possibly have this guy coming to check on him. He's going to start wiiiiith: ]

For the record, that game doesn't bother me. [ CASUAL SHRUG ] Even if it comes down to needing to take on anyone here, it wouldn't be the first time I've fought to the death.

[messianic]

[...that's alarming!!]

You know...even if you've been through it before, that doesn't mean it won't still bother you...

[...]

You're allowed to be concerned over the situation too, you know...?

week 1, friday

[messianic]

[The kitchen! Not a place that Minato is expecting to run into someone else, but when he sees Vanitas...

He pauses.

He's honestly not sure he's up for that abrasive personality, and yet...those flickers of something a bit sadder, a bit softer beneath it all means Minato's a little concerned even so. So quietly, he approaches Vanitas...and the coffee maker.]

... Any luck?

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He is seconds from breaking it, when-- ]

Ah... Hey...

[ What's this? He's not greeting him rudely??? What's going on here...... ]

[messianic]

[Strange, but he will take it.]

Hey... you were trying to make some coffee, right...? Do you mind if I help out?

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Ah, there we go. There's the look of annoyance and the sigh and bristly glance to the side. ]

I've got it...

[ He doesn't got it tho... ]

[messianic]

[Well.

That's fine.

Minato just nods peacefully.]

Okay. That sounds good to me then. [MINATO YOU KNOW HE DOESN'T GOT IT.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Long story short, after a series of fumbles and losing his patience, this is how Vanitas winds up with hot coffee spilled over his hand.

He hisses under his breath, looking ready to throw the mug...

... but focuses on just wiping his hand off on his shirt. Which is probably stupid because let's be real here: fresh burn rubbed against fabric isn't a good time. He's not reacting much beyond that initial hissing though... ]

All right, then. [ you can do it, Vanitas, you can do a reaching out, come on ] ... No coffee, it is.

[ vaNITAS... ]

week 3, sunday

[messianic]

[HEY WHAT'S UP VANITAS.

You're probably just peacefully enjoying your meal, but Minato's swooping in for an ambush...!! He has a bowl in his hands (ramen), which he sets down in front of the place across from Vanitas.

And then, casually, he takes a seat, just like that.

Sup.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Oh... It's the former ~dead guy walking~. Vanitas hasn't been letting himself think about what he said to him, back when he thought he was going to be dying...

Nor has he been thinking about what he said about him, not long after trial was over...

... but he sure is thinking about it now, with Minato sitting there, right in front of him. There's a hint of warmth to his cheeks as he releases a tired breath and glances away. ]

So, what all happened with you after that mess, anyway?

[messianic]

[... Well. Minato just smiles a little to himself, spooning up some of the ramen broth idly. He's glad to see Vanitas isn't turning him away, even if he's looking away.]

... I can't talk about all of it. [A vague shrug.]

But... I'm fine now. Everything's okay.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He looks back over to Minato, one brow quirking. ]

Is it really? You were nearly killed and your boyfriend just tried to die in your place.

[ Looking down. ]

And you were just given his role - if that part stuck, anyway. That puts you at a higher risk of getting killed off, anyway. Not to mention... Him, too.

[ Finally, looking right at Minato's eyes. ]

So, what's your definition of okay, here?

[messianic]

[Well, it sure does sound terrible when Vanitas puts it like that! Which, granted... it was and is that terrible. There's no denying that.

But even so, for Minato...

Minato meets Vanitas' eyes quietly, and while his expression is very, very tired, he smiles nonetheless.

He's not unaffected by everything that just happened. But...]

I'm still alive. I'm...still breathing, and so is Akira, and so is Makoto.

[A shaky breath in, his fingers tightening slightly on the utensil in his hand.]

So I want to believe that right now, I'm okay. I had the chance to wake up this morning, and that's... a wonderful thing too.

[Right now, for Minato, that's enough.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ That's so...

... painfully simple, in Vanitas' opinion. That's the closest to "okay" he's ever been, though, he thinks. ]

Isn't that just settling?

week 5, Friday

[resortghosts]

[Did you really think you could escape?

Soon enough, Vanitas is getting a message.]

Vanitas... It's Minato. I just wanted to check in. Are you doing okay? Are you taking care of yourself? You need to make sure to look after yourself at a time like this.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Oh...

... There's gonna be a wait before a reply finally comes through. He's currently out of the room, staring down a cup of coffee in the restaurant. He'd tried the sleeping thing... only to fail.

He hasn't eaten anything, though. The food being bad isn't helping. ]

... Seriously?

[ Th-that's it, that's the reply. ]

[resortghosts]

[It's okay, Minato's not bothered at all.]

Seriously. You have to keep your strength up. You can't just live on coffee, either, okay?

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Thanks to that response, he's guessing that Minato is/was around to see. Not that it stops any anger...

He's suddenly throwing the coffee cup across the room. As soon as it shatters against the wall, his hands go completely numb; there's no response from him from Vanitas for at least five minutes. It seems much calmer than what he feels. ]

I've survived on less.

[resortghosts]

[He's honestly been chilling in Akira's room for most of his time now, honestly, so he doesn't see what happens... but the gap worries him.]

Oh thank goodness... I was starting to wonder if something happened.

And it's... well, it's more than that. I... actually have a really selfish request, if you'll listen to it.

[enter_the_darkness]

Just temporarily numb hands. No big deal.

[ He's not thinking clearly enough to think to maybe not admit that - and yet... the part of him that's would normally care about that kind of thing just feels... numb. So he doesn't even sigh at himself over it. ]

Usually, a final request is meant for before the person kicks it.

[ . . . but . . . ]



What is it?