[personal profile] compendiem 2020-08-10 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Namine can figure it out, Minato believes in her. Giving her one last parting nod, he slips out back and out of view to figure something out.

Two minutes pass without any noise or movement.

And then, the screaming starts, and the chickens all scatter: the signal. It's not Minato's voice. It ends almost as abruptly as it begins. ]

[personal profile] compendiem 2020-08-12 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nobody important. Minato comes jogging around the corner of the barn at the same time Namine does, slowing so he doesn't bump into her and knock all those eggs out of her arms.

Behind him, the chickens are all huddled beneath the shade of a tree, nearby which the horses are chomping on a broken pumpkin. The ducks on the lake paddle around languidly. The water is a deep crimson. ]


Oh, you got a lot. Good job. Shall we go?

[personal profile] compendiem 2020-08-12 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Does Minato even know Tsuru's name? idk ]

Me? I promised a distraction.

[personal profile] compendiem 2020-08-16 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Minato holds his hands out to help carry the eggs. The pond water is turning deep red near the edge behind him, and a couple last bubbles break the surface before the ripples settle and the water is still again. ]

How do you like your eggs?

[personal profile] compendiem 2020-08-16 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ I don't know how else to say it. It's blood.

Minato's going to make the eggs sunny side up. ]