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Oh. Well. I won't take back my words, but I'm relieved I didn't offend you.

I'm not very good at humor, am I, Minato

I think I'm the last person who should be allowed to judge people's sense of humor.

Ahaha....

Still......

Where do you want to go?

...Somewhere new, maybe. Take me to one of your favorite places.

I was about to ask you if you want to meet up somewhere, but I remembered we live in the same building.

I'll come down and get you?

Sure. I'll grab a coat and meet you in outside the door.

[When she finds him outside his apartment, her cheeks are a bit red as she shrinks down with a certain coyness. She's wearing jeans and curiously, a tank top and scarf. Which means...her arms are completely exposed, in all of their roboticness. She crosses them tightly over her chest.]

We're going into town. There's a place I want to show you.

[ Is a tanktop not cold... Arms aside, the cold air might still get inside, which is Minato's concern seeing as he's still bundled up as if it were the middle of winter, even with the signs of spring finally appearing.

But if it means she's stopped taken to hiding her arms, like when she'd first come to him, he'll take that. ]

Alright. Close enough to walk, or should I drive?

[being cold is a small price to pay for forcing yourself to become comfortable with your body.]

I wouldn't mind driving around with you...

[She reaches into her pocket and pulls out an address in Tisse.]

It's near the Stardust, so we can park there.

[ Minato takes his phone out so he can put the address into a gps app so it can direct him where to go, staring down at the screen at the same time that he walks and trusting Angela to tell him before he runs into a wall or steps off the stairs without realizing.

Outside the building, on a curbside a bit further down the street, is his car. ]

[She has to nudge him to the left a few times, but they make it to the car unscathed.]

You've never driven me anywhere before, you know...

[She gingerly places her palms on the door, as if feeling the vehicle's heartbeat.]

It's exciting.

I didn't drive much during the winter, when the roads were icy.

[ He doesn't trust himself enough for that, and even now, although he drives with just one hand on the steering wheel and the other one on his lap, it's with a vice grip and white knuckles. This comes with the vivid memories of car crashes killing his parents three times in the last two months, and being in an accident himself. ]

But usually, when we hang out, I like the walking too. So I never offered.

So you omitted it as an option so that we could walk beside each other and hold hands instead?

[A slight laugh.]

Minato Arisato, master manipulator.

Ha. Yeah. Can't hold hands if we're driving, and the trip will be too short, too.

[ They could hold hands? But it'd probably be dangerous. Just like it's dangerous for Minato to glance over at her instead of keeping his eyes on the road, but he can't help that. ]

[Once he unlocks the door, she's shimmy on inside, keeping her hands on her knees.]

I promise we'll be able to walk plenty once we get there. We're going to be going a little out of the way to get to the spot...

Alright. You'll have to hold my hand so I don't get lost.

[ He's glad he's got his p3dancing shoes on for the occasion, if there's going to be a lot of walking. His glances get split between the road, his map on his phone in the cup holder, and Angela's face in the rear view mirror as he drives, as he tries to think of what's near Stardust that's still out of the way. Tisse's huge; it's impossible to guess. ]

[A much sharper laugh.]

You'll get your way, don't worry.

[She watches the road as they drive, occasionally glancing over at Minato. The hum of the engine and the road quickly passing underneath them creates something hypnotic and therapeutic. If he could just take her away from all of this in this car...]

...Would you ever get a tattoo, Minato?

Am I driving us to a tattoo parlor...?

[ A glance towards her, then the stores blurring by on the streets, as if one such building will pop right into view the next turn he makes. Minako got tattoos last month as a birthday gift to herself, but he doesn't have anything quite as memorable as she does that he would affix permanently to his skin. There was some joking around with Souji, too, about it, but those were just jokes. ... ]

I guess it's not impossible that I get one. I never really look at my hands or ankle or anything, so I'd probably just forget they're there.

Technically, you're driving us to Stardust.

[A light tap on on his shoulders. "I'm just messing around."]

They're not for everyone, I suppose. I never would have considered it until recently.

[And she leans in towards him a bit, knowing full well he can't give her his full attention.]

Do you think I'd look good with tattoos?

[ Are there any tattoo parlors near Stardust, though? For how many months Minato's lived in the city, choosing to walk and slip on ice instead of driving and veering wildly off into storefronts, his scope of familiarity is still mostly restaurants.

His attention keeps being grabbed every time she taps his shoulder or asks him a question, and this is double why he doesn't drive during the winter. ]

Depends on where, what design. How much of you is covered. I think tattoos are cool. It's like art.

[ Have some objective answers. ]

What's Minato Arisato's idea of a good tattoo?

Pick one for me.

Right now.

When I was really little, I thought Darth Maul was really cool.

[ ... ]

Don't get that one. Give me time to think.

[SNERK]

You dork.

Something that would look good on me, in a place that would look good...

Mm... A clavicle tattoo, maybe. Or the upper cervical spine. Thin black lines. Words, or some sort of design.

I dunno. Something that means something to you, not to me.

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