...Oh. I don’t...
[Minato blinks, something something that sounded vaguely like confusion underlining his words as he looks around the room he's found himself in, utterly lost as to what had happened. he knows he didn’t go to sleep here, knows he didn’t “go to sleep” much of anywhere; knows he shouldn’t be anywhere but where he was before. it didn
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...A-Arisato?
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what was going on?]
...Senpai?
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It is you isn't it? This isn't another one of this place's sick jokes.
I didn't think it would be possible for you to be brought here because you're-
[She didn't particularly want to add the "D" word to the sentence...]
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[Minato knows all too well that he's dead, but... he doesn't feel dead now that he's here, out of the darkness. he breathes in an out rhythmically, just like anyone else, he can feel his heart beating in his chest, blood pulsing beneath his skin-- he doesn't feel like he's dead. (doesn't feel like he can't go back home anymore, but he knows that, too.)]
...I don't know why I'm here.
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[That was true, alive or not.]
Are you aware of the address of the house you've been placed in?
[Yeah, we might just have to rush round to make sure this is all real at some point. Maybe once she's stopped husband dearest from "borrowing" her money and one of her kids from taking her clothes so he can cross-dress and all that...]
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[there's a brief moment of silence before the sound of the phone being set down and footsteps in the background. after a few minutes, he comes back, apparently having checked for the address.]
847 Goldberg Street.
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