remember you are mortal [RL, Minato, BACKDATED to the 8th]

[mortal_son]

They worried always about the trains being on time, but Shinjiro thought it wasn't a realistic way of viewing the world. People fit things to schedules, but people themselves were unpredictable. Machinery wore, became old. It rained, the sun would bake the lines, or the frost would cause metal to tighten. There were too many forces in the world

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[dormition]

Immune to Shinjiro's more serious thoughts, Minato approached it just as he would any other day: get up; make sure Kaworu also got up. Make breakfast. Consider looking for a job; ultimately decide not to. And then make a trip three years back in time.

"Hi," he said casually, stepping off the train with his hands in his pockets. He'd already removed his headphones.

[mortal_son]

It was the boy from Akihiko's photograph. Shinjiro sized the guy up without really meaning to; it was part habit and part curiosity. Quiet kid, he could respect that. His build was deceptive, but Shinjiro could tell he was much stronger than he actually seemed. That hunch was backed up by the fact, of course, that the guy was a Persona-user.

He doesn't move from his position, slumped against the walls by the trains. But Shinjiro does lift his head, look him in the eye. His hands are in his pockets, but his frame is relaxed.

"Hey," Shinjiro said. Almost wasn't a greeting; it was as if he was merely acknowledging Minato was there.

[dormition]

Unable to help himself, Minato smiled slightly. "It's nice to see you," he said, the reasons why going unsaid but obvious nonetheless.

Understanding that Shinjiro probably didn't want to travel down such a sentimental conversational path, he unearthed the refurbished cell phone from his jacket pocket and handed it over. "Here's your phone," he added unnecessarily. "Naoto-kun said to tell him if there's any problems."

[mortal_son]

Shinjiro blinked slowly. The fact that the guy smiled, but didn't push too much - well, it just made him feel like Minato actually did know him. Or, would know him. Whatever. Something within him unbent without him knowing it.

Straightening from the wall, he took the phone, hunched over slightly. The detective, obviously, was smart. It was a model he'd seen before, and it wasn't expensive for a phone which had internet. It'd draw attention, but not too much attention. If the phone could really access the community without any plan or service?

"... Thanks," Shinjiro muttered, in a tone which was a lot nicer than he meant to sound. In order to compensate, he continued more gruffly, "I've got some of his money, too."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out about five thousand yen. Not all of his cash, but a lot of it. Yet it'd take a substantial chunk off the worth of the phone. It'd limit his debt to Naoto.