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[didorothy]

[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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[didorothy]

Good thing she's getting the Italian I owe her tonight. [and look, he's trying for a smile] Would you like to join us?

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

Sure. [FOOD :O]

[didorothy]

Great! I'll, uh, I guess I'll call you when it's time. Probably soon; Fumie seems pretty hungry.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[nods] She didn't eat much.

[didorothy]

[looks down] We'll fix that.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

... I didn't let her miss more than one day of school.

[didorothy]

... uh, good. Thanks. [erm...]

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[school is v. v. important, Sam. Youth is tomorrow and all that.]

... You don't want help with anything, I assume.

[didorothy]

[Sam's not from the educational machine known as 'Japan,' Minato. Skivving off school with the excuse of 'someone died' is definitely allowed in his world]

No, I--- [frowns] I'm sorry, Minato.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[nod]... If you ever want to talk about anything, I'll listen. Okay?

[didorothy]

[a sad smile; he's touched, but he'd feel terrible burdening a kid with any of this. Even though that kid is, well, Minato]

Okay, Minato.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[Oh Sam, if you only knew. Minato gives a small smile back.] I'm serious. I'll see you at dinner.

[didorothy]

[and the Minato!smile makes Sam smile wider] Great.