[Despite the peace and serenity of her new surroundings, Minako's mind was as much of a turmoil as it had been back home. Not only did she have concern for her friends at the back of her mind, she also had the series of weird interactions she's had here in Avalar rolling around in her head.
Seito's sad, unresponsive eyes haunted her. She didn't know what they meant, couldn't figure the boy out, but she had enough hints to know something was happening she wasn't being told about. Minato was everything she could have imagined a boy version of her could be- and more- but she could feel he was holding her at arm's length. On top of it all, she'd caught the way the two boys glanced at each other. The mysterious boy her from the future and the mysterious sad boy with the uncontrollable persona. What were they both hiding? What did it have to do with each other? Why couldn't either of them really trust her?
Christmas had been a busy, confusing affair, and had served only to add fuel to the fire of her curiosity. So, she was out walking when the inevitable insomnia hit. She had received a new mp3 player (with all her favorite music) from the fairies for Christmas, so she had movement and music to distract her mind.
That is until she heard the splash. She hadn't heard a newcomer arrive since... well, she had! And what poor thing would arrive in the middle of the night in the winter? Good think she was prepared, and the bag she had bought on first arriving was with her and full of supplies! She ran to the edge, where the splashing indicated a person was surfacing. Her dragonfly was buzzing around as usual, fussy and impatient.]
Hey! What a time to drop in! You ok?
[She kneels down in the snow next to him, smiling as she reaches into her back to pull out a towel-the same one she had bought for herself upon arriving wet- but when she looked up to meet his face a strange feeling shocked her system. It was so like the feeling she had when she first saw Minato... but she recognized it this time. She stared at him for a beat longer than she meant to, a curious look on her face, before she shook it off and just started drying him, hair first. The friction from her rubbing should serve to warm him up.]
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Seito's sad, unresponsive eyes haunted her. She didn't know what they meant, couldn't figure the boy out, but she had enough hints to know something was happening she wasn't being told about. Minato was everything she could have imagined a boy version of her could be- and more- but she could feel he was holding her at arm's length. On top of it all, she'd caught the way the two boys glanced at each other. The mysterious boy her from the future and the mysterious sad boy with the uncontrollable persona. What were they both hiding? What did it have to do with each other? Why couldn't either of them really trust her?
Christmas had been a busy, confusing affair, and had served only to add fuel to the fire of her curiosity. So, she was out walking when the inevitable insomnia hit. She had received a new mp3 player (with all her favorite music) from the fairies for Christmas, so she had movement and music to distract her mind.
That is until she heard the splash. She hadn't heard a newcomer arrive since... well, she had! And what poor thing would arrive in the middle of the night in the winter? Good think she was prepared, and the bag she had bought on first arriving was with her and full of supplies! She ran to the edge, where the splashing indicated a person was surfacing. Her dragonfly was buzzing around as usual, fussy and impatient.]
Hey! What a time to drop in! You ok?
[She kneels down in the snow next to him, smiling as she reaches into her back to pull out a towel-the same one she had bought for herself upon arriving wet- but when she looked up to meet his face a strange feeling shocked her system. It was so like the feeling she had when she first saw Minato... but she recognized it this time. She stared at him for a beat longer than she meant to, a curious look on her face, before she shook it off and just started drying him, hair first. The friction from her rubbing should serve to warm him up.]