Angela Aust 🦋 (Aigis) (
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Angela Aust
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No. I missed you.
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Should he be happy about the "I missed you"? Upset? He feels a little of both, but the unease is still there no matter which way he leans. ]
Mm... I don't plan to go anywhere anymore. Would you have wanted to come? Even if it was boring and dangerous and there was a lot of sitting around on the dirt.
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Help keep you safe with them...Maybe I could feel like this was happening me for a reason?
[A light, airy sigh.]
Let's go upstairs, okay?
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[ Which is a good thing for mechanical arms; he doesn't know anything about machine gun fingers or that "Aigis" was a weapon or anything. The very few memories he had of fighting in Tartarus with SEES in general, Aigis in the background... those are gone now. It's just him and Angela on the rooftop talking about home.
Let's go home.
He lets his hands fall from either side of her, and holds his hand out to her. ]
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I can probably tear your door open, if you need me to. [And she smiles––a little––the very first time she's taken an earnest crack at her own situation. It doesn't feel bad.]
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--He should probably interject and save his door before she tries. ]
Actually, I was thinking of asking you to break the window latch for me.
[ Or that she'd regained her lockpicking skills, but that's not a memory Minato has yet. ]
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That's a better idea! [She clenches the fist that isn't holding his, creating a quiet "crunch" sound.]
Take me to it and I'll snap it open. I've gotten rather good at...opening things. Breaking stuff.
[Crushing cans of La Croix is becoming a bit of a pastime.]
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[ He walks until he gets to the window right next to the front door, and makes a point of bringing Angela's hand up to rest on the ledge before letting go. Window latch. He said "latch." Don't break the actual window, or the draft will come in. ]
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Just kidding.
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I hope that was people professing their undying love for you, but you had to kindly decline.
[ And not like. Breaking heart stones, which is what Minato's mind immediately went to.
He slides the window over to the side and goes ahead and climbs in before stepping aside so Angela can do the same. ...There's the front door right next to him that he could unlock and invite her inside that way, but. The window's right here and open. ]
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[She smiles, wiggling into his apartment through the window. It makes her smile. Like they're young teenagers all of a sudden, sneaking around. Angela then rubs the back of her neck, peering around the room.]
...Welcome home.
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I'm home.
[ More than just the city, it's his apartment, his own personal space. Home. ]
...You looked tired too. Do you want anything? Otherwise if I sit down, I don't know if I can get back up again.
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Did you invite me in here to take another nap with you, Minato?
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In your bed?
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If you're okay with a small, twin-sized bed. It's wider than the couch at least.
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Take me there.
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Anyways-
Down the hall, the very last door on the right. The room is dark when he opens the door, the curtains drawn shut and bed neatly made. ...It's also getting sort of musty in here, unlike the living room that at least has a wider space to spread things out. Gross. ]
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It's his closet he goes to first instead of the bed, because- ]
Hold on, I waded through swamp water in these clothes. Let me find something to change into first.
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I can wait if you need to shower, Minato.
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Fifteen minutes. Be right back.
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Take your time.
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but not really. Minato leaves and takes a change of clothes with him and disappears out into the shared bathroom on the other side of the hall, toying with the thought of just filling up the tub and letting himself soak for two hours because no one's been home for a month and that means their water bill wouldn't be ginormous.
15 minutes as promised, in a t-shirt and sweats and sobbing wet hair that he neither bothered to towel dry or comb down before he dumps his old clothes into a hamper somewhere in the corner of his room and bellyflops onto his bed. ]
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Your hair is still wet.
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