Minato | Open | 088

[messianic]

a

[Look, he's a Persona protag. So maybe you're having some difficulty with something--anything from looking for something to dropping things to carrying groceries and who knows what else--and after a moment of observing, he has to come over, hands tucked into his pocket and voice quiet, to ask:]

Is there anything I can help with?

[Protags gotta protag, after all; he just wants to be useful, okay!!!]

b

[Alternatively, he also seems to always find himself in these situations and can't seem to say no.... which is a life skill that would probably benefit him to learn but one he will never quite manage. HE...TRIED....

Probably.

But it's almost Easter and that's why he was dragged into helping with an easter egg hunt, wearing a stupid-ass costume complete with bunny ears and looking very puzzled about it (if you can tell beneath the lineface).

He's also, more importantly, kind of struggling to juggle all of the eggs he's supposed to be painting while more are dumped onto him by other overworked volunteers, and with paint on his face and hands and a paintbrush in his mouth as backup while he tries to paint colorful designs on one of the many eggs in his hands, he...

... Probably has bitten off more than he can chew.

Help.]

c

[if you want to see him shoot himself in the head make up a battle prompt or just tell me and i'll come up with one, it'll be Fun.]

wildcard

[Come up with your own prompt or consider one of these OR WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY.]

Comments

[purrtagonist]

The way he summons, the place he fights Shadows, his reasons for battling them-- they're all different then ours.

[glllances at Minato, then back again]

You should ask him about them. But I promise, even if his circumstances are different, he's trustworthy.

[that's why he invited him here, after all]

[necromomicon]

... Fine. I'll try.

[because she really, really wants to know since she has such a personal reason for her metaverse shenanigans.

but she's still holding onto him the whole time.]

[purrtagonist]

[that's okay!! if she's more comfortable interacting with him like this, then he won't move]

[he does shoot her an encouraging smile, though]

[necromomicon]

[she's just gonna be grilling him about tartarus and the dark hour and all of that

while half-hiding]

[purrtagonist]

[does she, perhaps, want some coffee to calm her nerves]

[necromomicon]

[only if it's sweet

she doesn't like bitter apparently]

[purrtagonist]

[OKAY]

[he'll make her some while she talks to Minato and hides behind him. making sure to fill it to the brim with cream and sugar, ofc]

[necromomicon]

Woah, sweet...

[she notices the cup and takes a sip, and.]

Woah, sweet!

[purrtagonist]

Just like you like it. Right?

[heh]

[necromomicon]

Hm...

You'll surpass Sojiro soon, at this rate.

[she thinks that's enough of an answer.]

[purrtagonist]

[PLEASED AS PUNCH]

Don't tell him, or he'll stop giving me lessons to prevent that from happening.

[necromomicon]

You should have a competition instead!

[purrtagonist]

[omg]

I don't want to compete against Boss unless I know for a fact I'm going to win.

[necromomicon]

Oh? How surprisingly meek of you.

[purrtagonist]

I think you mean, how surprisingly smart of me, Futaba.

[adjusts his glasses]

[necromomicon]

Where's your determination? Your will to take a challenge!

[purrtagonist]

The challenge isn't in the competition.

The challenge is training myself to be a winner.

[he says sagely]

[necromomicon]

Boring...

[purrtagonist]

Or maybe you can't appreciate the blood, sweat and tears that goes into practice.

Which makes perfect, by the way.

[necromomicon]

Practice is boring.

[unless it's video games.]

[purrtagonist]

How did you become so good at hacking, then?

[she had to practice!! right??]

[necromomicon]

You saw all the books in my room.

[PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY, FUCKERS]

[purrtagonist]

You can't learn just by reading books, though.

[necromomicon]

[YOU RANK UP YOUR KNOWLEDGE WITH BOOKS ALL THE TIME.]

... Yes I can...?

[purrtagonist]

[I'M A PROTAG]

[. . . also, small sigh]

I suppose there's just no convincing you. . .