[Minato is just one such dummy - or Fool, if you will.
Really, he's just out for a walk, his shopping and wrapping and decorating and baking all done with. He couldn't sleep, remembering his last Christmas, thought a walk would help clear his head a bit. He absently walks by the newcomer lake, headphones on and hands in his pockets as always. It's an old, habitual walk by now. There are rarely newcomers now, and never when he's passing by. He's mostly accepted that the people he used to go out to look for multiple times a day probably won't show.
A shout gets him to look up. The splash has him remove his headphones, looking toward the lake. Now, of all times...? Minato approaches the lake somewhat hesitantly as he sees someone make their way to shore. Something teal moving about and flashing - probably the dragonfly. But what really gets his eye is that bit of bright yellow. A scarf? It can't be...
But his gut tells him otherwise. He can feel it, it's written in the bond between the two boys.] Ryoji... [The name slips out, a ghost of a whisper, and Minato stands frozen in place for what feels like an eternity. The last person he expected to see, the first person he hoped to see. He can hardly breathe.]
Ryoji..! [And then he takes off, running toward his friend as fast as he can. Almost there, he stumbles, falls, doesn't bother to waste time getting back up. He lets his momentum and the slippery snow-covered ground carry him the rest of the way. The incoming hug may well bowl Ryoji over.] R-Ryoji...
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Really, he's just out for a walk, his shopping and wrapping and decorating and baking all done with. He couldn't sleep, remembering his last Christmas, thought a walk would help clear his head a bit. He absently walks by the newcomer lake, headphones on and hands in his pockets as always. It's an old, habitual walk by now. There are rarely newcomers now, and never when he's passing by. He's mostly accepted that the people he used to go out to look for multiple times a day probably won't show.
A shout gets him to look up. The splash has him remove his headphones, looking toward the lake. Now, of all times...? Minato approaches the lake somewhat hesitantly as he sees someone make their way to shore. Something teal moving about and flashing - probably the dragonfly. But what really gets his eye is that bit of bright yellow. A scarf? It can't be...
But his gut tells him otherwise. He can feel it, it's written in the bond between the two boys.] Ryoji... [The name slips out, a ghost of a whisper, and Minato stands frozen in place for what feels like an eternity. The last person he expected to see, the first person he hoped to see. He can hardly breathe.]
Ryoji..! [And then he takes off, running toward his friend as fast as he can. Almost there, he stumbles, falls, doesn't bother to waste time getting back up. He lets his momentum and the slippery snow-covered ground carry him the rest of the way. The incoming hug may well bowl Ryoji over.] R-Ryoji...