[ there’s something to this conversation that dextera can’t put his finger on—something minato isn’t telling him, but something dextera doesn’t want to force out of him at such tender, peaceful moment. although he sees some kind of empathy in minato’s expression, it’s not his business. not until minato wants to share it. ]
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[ he’s just going to take minato’s hand, and guide them right down to sit on the floor. even months into living here, he doesn’t vibe with things like chairs or beds. ]
…I told you, I died before. Many times. Innumerable times. Always, he said— [ dextera gives no name here, only vaguely a “he” ] —“I’m tired of your face.”
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[ he’s just going to take minato’s hand, and guide them right down to sit on the floor. even months into living here, he doesn’t vibe with things like chairs or beds. ]
…I told you, I died before. Many times. Innumerable times. Always, he said— [ dextera gives no name here, only vaguely a “he” ] —“I’m tired of your face.”