[It might be a holiday in New New Aspen, but that doesn't mean Kaede is going to let Minato sleep in much longer than usual! Times have been tough on many Reclaimers, to say the least, and while she can't tell how Minato's feeling through their Oath anymore, he's a melancholy boy by nature. So there's no way she's not going to include him in her Candlenights gift-giving!]
Arisato-kun, good morning!
[She's hovering over his bed, face right over his. Kaede Akamatsu's energy, first thing in the morning.]
[ He wasn't able to sleep, so when she greets him he's just lying in bed with his eyes closed. His insomnia is still running at full force despite the lack of magic everywhere, which means he has more time to think about how he's lost the one thing that really defined him the past two years.
Losing Orpheus, his last Persona, is strange. Stranger than losing all the other ones when he first arrived here. It was just quieter then. Now there's a void. He hasn't been able to figure out what to do with that emptiness, or where he is within it. He feels like a ghost playing the part of Minato Arisato, puppeteering his body around, making it say things and eat things. It's all a bit removed from him, a bit further away from where he truly resides.
He opens an eye at Kaede's perky greeting and grunts in acknowledgement. He's still not a morning person. ]
Don't be grumpy, it's finally Candlenights. We have to go celebrate!
[She taps his forehead with one finger before shifting to plop down on the bed beside him. She's already gotten fully dressed and gone through her morning routine. Now she just has to make sure Minato gets through his.
He obviously hadn't been asleep, though. So first things first.]
[ He hasn't, but he says it without thinking. He's pretty sure no one would mind if they sat in their room all day and ignored whatever Candlenights events were going on. But he pulls himself up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes, because arguing will just be exhausting. ]
[She hums in a way he's no doubt familiar with by now; the kind where she knows he's not telling the truth, but there's no point arguing with him further about it. Instead, she reaches onto the floor by the bed and plops a wrapped package in his lap.]
This is for you! Well, it's part of your present, anyway. Open it, open it!
[It's soft the touch, the paper crinkling around whatever's inside as if there's not much resistance to it. If he listens and opens it, he'll find a plush of a seal pup that looks remarkably like the one they'd saved in Lyrabar. Odds are she'd commissioned it to be made by a craftsworker in Faerun instead of a purchase from Fantasy Costco.]
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early morning, candlenights
Arisato-kun, good morning!
[She's hovering over his bed, face right over his. Kaede Akamatsu's energy, first thing in the morning.]
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Losing Orpheus, his last Persona, is strange. Stranger than losing all the other ones when he first arrived here. It was just quieter then. Now there's a void. He hasn't been able to figure out what to do with that emptiness, or where he is within it. He feels like a ghost playing the part of Minato Arisato, puppeteering his body around, making it say things and eat things. It's all a bit removed from him, a bit further away from where he truly resides.
He opens an eye at Kaede's perky greeting and grunts in acknowledgement. He's still not a morning person. ]
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[She taps his forehead with one finger before shifting to plop down on the bed beside him. She's already gotten fully dressed and gone through her morning routine. Now she just has to make sure Minato gets through his.
He obviously hadn't been asleep, though. So first things first.]
Did you sleep at all...?
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[ He hasn't, but he says it without thinking. He's pretty sure no one would mind if they sat in their room all day and ignored whatever Candlenights events were going on. But he pulls himself up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes, because arguing will just be exhausting. ]
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[She hums in a way he's no doubt familiar with by now; the kind where she knows he's not telling the truth, but there's no point arguing with him further about it. Instead, she reaches onto the floor by the bed and plops a wrapped package in his lap.]
This is for you! Well, it's part of your present, anyway. Open it, open it!
[It's soft the touch, the paper crinkling around whatever's inside as if there's not much resistance to it. If he listens and opens it, he'll find a plush of a seal pup that looks remarkably like the one they'd saved in Lyrabar. Odds are she'd commissioned it to be made by a craftsworker in Faerun instead of a purchase from Fantasy Costco.]