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[smilingtransfer]

[ He's trying and failing to clean his front room; basically anything else is more interesting, so he's aimlessly wandering from putting plates in the sink to playing with the cat to watching television instead. Perfect time for a visitor, rite? ]

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[dormition]

[Completely unaware that anything weird had happened, Minato hefted his sword over his shoulder and hoped no one looked too hard down the hall at the wrong moment. He could probably convince someone he was a reenactor if worse came to worst, but it'd be easier if Itsuki just opened his door in a timely fashion.

So, he knocked, not really thinking too hard to himself about why he wanted to visit, to come here, instead of going straight home.]

[smilingtransfer]

[ Oh look, another distraction. He wasn't expecting anyone in particular, but he got up to answer the door with a cheerful smile anyway--

and stared. Just stared. You like catching him off guard, don't you?

[dormition]

[It's a talent.

Minato just blinked back for a couple seconds, waiting for him to say something. When that didn't happen, he decided to get practical matters out of the way first. Something was clearly wrong, but not life-threatening wrong.]

I should come in, [he pointed out.]

[smilingtransfer]

[ He backs into the apartment, gesturing for him to come in, then closes the door, still not entirely sure what he's planning on saying ]

Well?