[ Despite having teased Minato for his determination, Bakhura had nevertheless been surprised to receive a text from him that Sunday evening. He had thought (and, indeed, hoped) that he could avoid the prospect of socializing if he had put on the same apathetic front he gave everyone else, but instead, he had only piqued Minato's interest further.
He needs to work on that in the future.
In the meantime, however, he supposes it's a way to pass the time - and to get his therapist off his case about roaming the streets with nothing particularly productive to do.
Bakhura looms over the couch, his Millennium Ring jingling as he moves. He wouldn't normally be wearing it, but given the topic of conversation, he had a feeling that personal items received from Retrospec might be relevant.
That is, if they even get to the conversation.
He shoots a look at Kyouko, supposing that she must be the other attendee that Minato had mentioned in their previous conversation. He doesn't understand a word she's saying, but her furious shaking of Minato gives him a pretty good idea. ]
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He needs to work on that in the future.
In the meantime, however, he supposes it's a way to pass the time - and to get his therapist off his case about roaming the streets with nothing particularly productive to do.
Bakhura looms over the couch, his Millennium Ring jingling as he moves. He wouldn't normally be wearing it, but given the topic of conversation, he had a feeling that personal items received from Retrospec might be relevant.
That is, if they even get to the conversation.
He shoots a look at Kyouko, supposing that she must be the other attendee that Minato had mentioned in their previous conversation. He doesn't understand a word she's saying, but her furious shaking of Minato gives him a pretty good idea. ]
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