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[Sometime before 8 am, Minato strolls casually towards the entrance of the train station, bookbag tucked under one arm and hands thrust into his pockets. Though his head is down and his eyes are trained on the ground in front of him, he manages to attract stares from nearly everyone in earshot. The reason for this is the constant stream of narration that hangs about him like a cloud; a syrupy, cheerful internal monologue that..... somehow, isn't internal at all.]
My name is Arisato Minato, but everyone calls me "Mina-chan". ♥
I'm 16 years old and a senior in high school this year!
[While other people may turn to stare in confusion, Minato has his headphones on, either completely unaware of his external self-introduction spiel, or determined to ignore it utterly.]
My favourite subjects are PE and lunch! ☆
Least favourite is math.....
My life's motto is: Always Doing My Best! ♥
[As he passes through the station to his usual platform, onlookers and pedestrians in his path scatter out of his way and give him a wide berth - though he seems not to notice. He takes advantage of the sudden void of people to land himself a prime spot behind the safety line, and just in time. The train is already coming into view, though nobody's really paying it much attention - even the station guards.]
I'm a little clumsy, and a bit of a crybaby....
But my strongest point is my cheerful and outgoing personality!
In all.... a totally normal teenager! ♥
But......
"............"
The truth is.......
I actually have a secret I can't tell anyone.
[The station falls to a dead hush as the train comes rolling into place in front of him, all eyes turned towards him, every onlooker suddenly hinging on the narrator's every word.]
I'm actually....--
[The train arrival chime jingles merrily in the background as the doors slide open with a soft hiss, the patrons in the train already starting to pour out before stopping dead and turning to stare as the narrator makes its next declaration:]
..... the pretty soldier of love and justice, Sailor Minato!! ☆
[That seems to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. With a little twitch, Minato inches back away from the subway car full of stunned observers, blushing furiously. An overlarge cartoon teardrop appears out of nowhere and slides down the side of his head - messing up his hair.]
"......... Sorry, wrong train."
My name is Arisato Minato, but everyone calls me "Mina-chan". ♥
I'm 16 years old and a senior in high school this year!
[While other people may turn to stare in confusion, Minato has his headphones on, either completely unaware of his external self-introduction spiel, or determined to ignore it utterly.]
My favourite subjects are PE and lunch! ☆
Least favourite is math.....
My life's motto is: Always Doing My Best! ♥
[As he passes through the station to his usual platform, onlookers and pedestrians in his path scatter out of his way and give him a wide berth - though he seems not to notice. He takes advantage of the sudden void of people to land himself a prime spot behind the safety line, and just in time. The train is already coming into view, though nobody's really paying it much attention - even the station guards.]
I'm a little clumsy, and a bit of a crybaby....
But my strongest point is my cheerful and outgoing personality!
In all.... a totally normal teenager! ♥
But......
"............"
The truth is.......
I actually have a secret I can't tell anyone.
[The station falls to a dead hush as the train comes rolling into place in front of him, all eyes turned towards him, every onlooker suddenly hinging on the narrator's every word.]
I'm actually....--
[The train arrival chime jingles merrily in the background as the doors slide open with a soft hiss, the patrons in the train already starting to pour out before stopping dead and turning to stare as the narrator makes its next declaration:]
..... the pretty soldier of love and justice, Sailor Minato!! ☆
[That seems to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. With a little twitch, Minato inches back away from the subway car full of stunned observers, blushing furiously. An overlarge cartoon teardrop appears out of nowhere and slides down the side of his head - messing up his hair.]
"......... Sorry, wrong train."