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[ Ah, another beautiful day in Cair Paradisa. It took a few days for Minato to calm down after that triple threat of trauma smashed its way through his defenses- brought into delinquency via his own hidden anger, his soul and fate laid bare for all to see...then his ice-cream flavour tasting like nothing more than Slurpee blue.
Arguably, the worst insult of all.
But today, after a quick jaunt to the city - his first time since that punk of a loss - Minato finds himself sitting in the lobby, a piece of paper in his hand. It's surprising beyond measure: they burned down entire shopfronts, smashed countless windows, caused destruction up and down the main shopping strip-- and nobody stopped them, but for two heroes at the end. Sure, Nora had been arrested, but the serendipity of it all still struck the boy as strange.
So here he sits, thinking over how easily people forgive, staring off into space across the lobby. He'd gone into apologise to some owners, and even they'd seemed dispassionate, uninterested, simply packing up the pieces and going. Then this: a job offer from a music store he'd frequented, part-time starting next week.
Some place, this castle. He wondered if he'd ever get used to it.
Minato glanced to his side, at the journal, and retrieves a pen from his jacket to scribble something down. ]
Have the townspeople ever gotten really angry?
Arguably, the worst insult of all.
But today, after a quick jaunt to the city - his first time since that punk of a loss - Minato finds himself sitting in the lobby, a piece of paper in his hand. It's surprising beyond measure: they burned down entire shopfronts, smashed countless windows, caused destruction up and down the main shopping strip-- and nobody stopped them, but for two heroes at the end. Sure, Nora had been arrested, but the serendipity of it all still struck the boy as strange.
So here he sits, thinking over how easily people forgive, staring off into space across the lobby. He'd gone into apologise to some owners, and even they'd seemed dispassionate, uninterested, simply packing up the pieces and going. Then this: a job offer from a music store he'd frequented, part-time starting next week.
Some place, this castle. He wondered if he'd ever get used to it.
Minato glanced to his side, at the journal, and retrieves a pen from his jacket to scribble something down. ]
Have the townspeople ever gotten really angry?