this will be stupid

[whitewalls]

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[compendiem]

[ 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. ]

[whitewalls]

[ what

there's a pause, because she recognizes that wasn't minato's voice. still, she goes to grab some eggs, as much as she can comfortably carry without them felling out of her grasp and breaking.

... and then she hurries over because who just screamed. ]

[compendiem]

[ 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?

[whitewalls]

I... um.

[ uh ]

Who was that?

[compendiem]

[ Does Minato even know Tsuru's name? idk ]

Me? I promised a distraction.

[whitewalls]

[ ...

she just starts wandering over to where he just came from. ]

[compendiem]

[ 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?

[whitewalls]

[ HER CONCERN IS GROWING. she will hand him some of the eggs as she heads in that direction. ]

Oh... any type is fine. Whatever you like best.

[ she squints. is that blood. please don't be blood. ]

[compendiem]

[ I don't know how else to say it. It's blood.

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

[whitewalls]

[ i hate this

but she will go check out the water then. ]

Minato, is this blood?