[As the feed clicks on, Renton can be seen with a screwdriver in hand, fiddling with what appears to be a mechanical duck-though for the more perceptive, he doesn't seem to be entirely focusing on his work, before he looks at the screen.]
Afternoon, I guess...? Hard to tell the time here though unless you check the clock. Anyway...
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What are you working on, Renton-kun?
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[A pause]
A toy, I guess. Nothing much, to be honest.
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Do you often work to get your mind off of things?
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[...]
Sometimes, I guess.
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I'm sorry to hear that. Will you be okay...? Or would you like some company?
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[A pause]
But some company would be nice, I guess.
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You've fought hard to be able to be together. I am sure you'll get there soon.
[Because it's only right. That those who fight so hard for their lives get to have them.]
Alright. I'll be there soon, then.
[WE'LL JUST ASSUME HE TOLD HIM WHERE HE'S LIVING IN THAT ONE THREAD.]
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[SURE THING.]
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KNOCK
KNOCK]
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[Opening the door!]
Hey, Minato.
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How are you doing?
[Kind of...an honest question and a quiet conversation starter too. He figures Renton will tell him what he wants to tell, and that'll be that. There's no need to pry, right..?]
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... It's kind of unsettling to suddenly be on my own again.
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