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[Minato's sitting in front of a shrine on a bench, tuning his viola. He hums a note lightly to himself, running the bow across the strings to make sure it matches up. He has a good ear for pitch, and can tune from memory by now. The sky is a vivid blue above him, only small wisps of clouds drifting by, and the grass is a perfect green beneath his feet. Soft sounds of spring are in the background: birds chirping, people talking as they walk by, faint traffic.
He glances up when he notices someone approaching, and breaks into a smile. It's much brighter than anything seen on him before.] Hi.
[This is his perfect dream, and in it, he has countless numbers of friends, all very close to him. He's alive again, after all, with no consequences. Therefore if you tag in, that's the case with Minato and your character - they're close friends.]
He glances up when he notices someone approaching, and breaks into a smile. It's much brighter than anything seen on him before.] Hi.
[This is his perfect dream, and in it, he has countless numbers of friends, all very close to him. He's alive again, after all, with no consequences. Therefore if you tag in, that's the case with Minato and your character - they're close friends.]