[VIDEO] 005 ☽

[messianic]

[This is a tired Minato on your SFCs today, Vatheon. It's been a few days, but what could he do? Pull people out of their safety to ask them to help him? Distract from the effort to save the city because he has a somewhat selfish request to make?

Of course not. But now that the fish monsters are gone, he has no issues with asking. Because after Aigis' breakdown, this has to happen.

At the very least, he's no longer very sick.

But first--]

I hope everyone is alright. It seems like most of the creatures are gone, but there might still be a few we missed, so be careful. If anyone is in need of any healing, please let me know. I'd like to thank everyone who helped with the Defense Force as well.

[Even if they didn't stop every death, it was a start. He has to believe they can get better from here. ...Ahem.]

If...there's anyone who is good at fixing things, I'd appreciate it if you could let me know. I need some help with something really important.

[For a moment, he looks sad, but then he shakes it off. He's about to shut off the feed from there, when he seems to remember--]

Ah...one more thing. Adachi-san seems to have gone home. At least he wasn't hurt by the monsters.

[...a contemplative shake of his head and he shuts off the feed.

Click!]

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[messianic]

[...ah.]

...Yes. I'm alright. Just tired.

You don't have to worry.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

...how are Zorua and Kormaru?

[ A beat. ]

And your team?

[messianic]

[...wince.]

...Aigis isn't in the best of shape. But we'll...get her fixed.

Koromaru and Zorua are just fine.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

It was the fish, I take it?

I can't really fix things like that, but is there anything else I can do?

[messianic]

[He sighs quietly. It was his fault, in a way--he was the one who volunteered her for that position, the one who'd been so sure she could handle it--

Wrong, he supposed. He'd been wrong, but that wasn't Aigis' fault.]

...No. It's alright, N. She'll be okay, when we get her fixed. That's...really what matters.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

I meant for you.

[ N hesitates, thinking of what Aniki told him and made him promise. For once he picks his words carefully, over explaining things simply to be clear. ]

You just seem upset. I know I like having others around when I'm upset.

[ Even when he says he doesn't, but he does not bring that up. ]

But you're not me. So if you want me to leave you alone I will. But if you want company...let me know.

[messianic]

[...ah. His tone is equally slow, quiet and cautious.]

I...I have to take care of this first.

But...

[He wouldn't mind the company. The company that doesn't expect anything from him--and he knows N would not.]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ That actually gets a small smile. Did he say the right thing? He hopes so. ]

Whenever you want, give me a call. I'll bring you dinner, or you can come over here if you want.

[messianic]

[...]

Alright. I wouldn't want to make you go through any extra trouble. I'll come visit after, if that's alright.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

Okay! I'll see you then!

[ A smile and then a click. ]

[Action || Some time later]

[messianic]

[That is a slow knock at your door, N.

Knock. Knock. Knock.]

[Action forever~]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N quickly comes out of the kitchen, hops over three or five Pokemon on his way, and opens the door.

-- smile. ]

Hey.

[messianic]

[He is quiet for a moment, saying nothing.

...and then he bows his head.]

Hello. Thank you for inviting me over.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N reaches out and takes his hand, tugging him in gently. ]

Dinner's almost done! Everyone else is out, too.

...at least, human wise.

[ He smiles at the Pokemon. ]

[messianic]

[He follows unresistingly, listening quietly and nodding in response.]

...I see.

You didn't have to go to the trouble.

[Of making dinner. Really, he's just very subdued right now. Subdued movements, subdued tones. It's...difficult, knowing something was his own fault and while he is trying to not dwell...

It's not really working.]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N certainly notices, and he is not sure how to fix it. This is one of the times he certainly wishes he could read humans better, and know how to fix their ills. ]

... I wanted to. So it wasn't trouble.

They're black bean burritos with rice. I found a recipe in one of my books.

[messianic]

[...alright. He accepts that with a nod, not seeing much need to say much more.]

...Alright.

Thank you.

[A pause--normally he'd inquire into N's readings and after a bit of a longer pause than usual, he does.]

You've been reading some cook books?

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N just nods as well, getting out plates for them both as well as glasses. Then he starts to finish rolling the burritos. ]

...it's not really reading. I just like like flipping open the books and trying whatever recipe I find.

[messianic]

[..ah. He stands awkwardly for a moment--]

I see...

Can I help with anything?

[At least he can keep himself busy.]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

Want to get drinks? Have whatever you want.

[messianic]

[..mm.]

What would you like?

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

Orange juice!

[ A beat. ]

Did you know we don't have oranges back home? Or at least, if we did, I never saw any... lots of different kinds of berries, but oranges are new...

Do you like them?

[messianic]

[He rummages for the drinks and...pauses, considering that.]

...Yes, I do. I like oranges more than orange juice, though.

[And he carries their drinks over quietly, the pause considering.]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

...why?

[ N places the burritos at the table and flops down in a chair, looking at Minato curiously. ]

[messianic]

[He's never...thought about it before. So he follows slowly, taking his seat and thinking it through.]

I don't know. I just like the taste better for some reason when it's just an orange. I don't eat them often, though.

[He's not a fan of getting sticky orange juice all over his hands.]