[ Dictated, in the early evening. Minato's up on the roof for now, chilling out on a wished-up sofa near the edge. There's a lot on his mind, as always, but after making up that mixtape for Nancy - and thus combing through all of his music for the most techno-tastic things - his mind returns to the one thing which he's always been passionate about.
Coincidentally, it's the same thing that can be heard over the journal now, aside from wind: a
pretty cool song he'd sourced from the vast reserves of the town's music stores providing a nice backdrop. ]
Everyone. [ ... ] What's your music like?
[ And for the rest, he'll be up on that roof until about midnight, just enjoying the sunset and the very comfy sofa. Do join! ]