[He's passed through the new areas a few times, at this point, and... Minato is always in the same place? He's always in the same place, apparently existing off of coffee alone.
Shirasu is here to fix that.
The dish he'd brought in absolutely does not look edible to most people, but it seems fine to him (and hopefully also to Minato.) He sets it down as if it is an offering and not the veiled food poisoning threat most would take it as, giving Minato a concerned look as he does.]
[ It takes Minato a second to realize he's being address— not because he's hyperfocused on the slots, but the exact opposite: he's been sitting here for so long mindlessly pulling the lever that he's just sort of checked out and is halfway asleep if it weren't for the copious amounts of caffeine preventing that. ]
Leave- no? What? No, I can't eat. Leave, I mean.
[ He squeezes his eyes shut tight, then opens them again. The entire time, he has not stopped pulling the lever. ]
[ He's pretty sure he can, and thinks he remembers googling an average survival time of around 30 days on just liquids, of which coffee should count. It's also a bean, so there must be some sort of nutrient there.
Minato looks down at the proffered dish— more specifically for the spoon or fork or whatever so he can eat with one hand and continue playing with the other. ]
.......You brought this for me? Thanks. [ He reaches out for... the closest coffee mug and takes a swig. This seems to be on autopilot, as he stares at Shirasu the entire time, still pulling that lever. ]
[ It'll have to be a spoon, so he can attempt scooping up as much as possible so there's still some left over after spilling half of it on the way up to his mouth, with the way his hand shakes. ]
'cause I haven't hit the jackpot yet. I've already been here for so long, so it feels bad to give up now. Like... "what if the next play is the one?" That sort of thinking.
[ Addiction. He sticks his half spoonful of """food""" into his mouth and chews. And swallows. ]
[at least SOMEONE appreciates his cooking... Shirasu nods, satisfied, though he definitely notes that shaking hand and just... reaches over to try to gently guide his other hand away from the lever.]
-perhaps you should take a short break to finish, Minato-kun.
[ As long as the nutrients are there and Minato's stomach doesn't retaliate, taste doesn't matter and Minato will eat every last bite.
His hand is easy lower, but his hand does curl absently in the air, like it's still on autopilot trying to find something to hold and pull down on. Minato doesn't seem to notice; another half spoonful gets stuck into his mouth, Minato chewing and swallowing before speaking again. ]
[ ...Minato looks longingly at the slots, because every second somebody doesn't pull the level is another second he has to stay here to play until he gets the jackpot. ]
Are you sure you don't want to play?
[ He lowers his plate a little— if he had to decide between one or the other, he'd rather play... but at least in this way, he's eating slow enough not to choke on a fish bone. He does find one though, pausing in his chewing and then tentatively crunches at it as if something was just accidentally undercooked and he's too polite to point it out. ]
[Minato... don't eat the fish bone.... because Shirasu doesn't seem to take that crunch as meaning anything wrong, even though none of the food on this plate is meant to be crunchy. It's texture and it's good for you, probably.
As he watches Minato's attention diverted by the fact that the slots don't continue to run, though... he sighs, reaching for the lever. Fine. He's pretty sure Minato will get food everywhere if he tries to do both.]
I'll try it, I suppose. Just until you're finished.
[ He would absolutely get food everywhere, but at least he'll scoop whatever he'd dropped back up so long as it's within 5 seconds. Fish bone is calcium and it's good for him. ]
Thanks. It's just pulling the lever until you win. If your timing is any good, you can try stopping it at the right time for the pictures to line up. I'm no good at that, so I've just been doing whatever.
[ Maybe this is why it's going to take him 5 solid days. ]
[Shirasu sets them spinning, watching them closely, and-- okay, look, he is an anime ninja who has ridiculous reflexes and I am absolutely going to use that to shitpost instead of for like, fight purposes? So.
It's not the jackpot, but after a couple of failed attempts just to observe things like how long it actually takes to stop and what the patterns on the reels are... he does, in fact, line them up.]
It doesn't seem that difficult.
[he's going to refuse to use this to actually hit what Minato's after, though, because Minato wanted to do it... that's still gonna be all him.]
[ ...no... don't be so considerate, Shirasu, if he can hit 777 then Minato can finally sleep and everybody would be all the happier for it. Unfortunately, he doesn't think to ask, and just sort of... spares himself food poisoning by hovering the spoon in front of his mouth watching Shirasu in awe instead of eating. ]
Your reflexes are incredible... Or is there another trick to it?
[ Whenever Shirasu returns to his house, Minato's camping out there waiting for him to show up, getting up from where he'd been sitting on the ground outside. ]
[it's fine, Shirasu doesn't mind seeing him... he doesn't get a lot of visitors? there's a white cat with mismatched eyes on his lap, and a tuxedo cat's bounding up to Minato to demand attention.
He eyes that outfit curiously if Minato's still wearing it, though-]
[ He's absolutely still wearing it, the suit and the two headbands, and he smells like ramen and broth so the cats probably love that too, even if the red is atrocious.
He goes ahead and sits on the edge of the bed, holding his hand out for the cat. ]
Yeah, a bunch of us were hanging out at the circus. We got to be a part of the show too, so this was my costume.
[ Everybody else were furries but. Minato will spare him that knowledge. ]
Yeah, we can go now, if you want. The cats can come too.
[ If he's sitting in his wheelchair Minato will go around and help push, aka he kicks off and stands in the back to coast like it's a shopping cart or a scooter, this is who you're entrusting your life in ]
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w1, tuesday
Shirasu is here to fix that.
The dish he'd brought in absolutely does not look edible to most people, but it seems fine to him (and hopefully also to Minato.) He sets it down as if it is an offering and not the veiled food poisoning threat most would take it as, giving Minato a concerned look as he does.]
Have you left here to eat at all?
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Leave- no? What? No, I can't eat. Leave, I mean.
[ He squeezes his eyes shut tight, then opens them again. The entire time, he has not stopped pulling the lever. ]
...Could you repeat the question?
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[Shirasu just... nudges the dish at him, because okay, clearly he is going to need this. Get your strength up and clarity back, Minato.]
You can't survive on these alone, Minato-kun.
[A gesture to the coffee cups, there. Maybe he can, actually, but he really should not?]
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Minato looks down at the proffered dish— more specifically for the spoon or fork or whatever so he can eat with one hand and continue playing with the other. ]
.......You brought this for me? Thanks. [ He reaches out for... the closest coffee mug and takes a swig. This seems to be on autopilot, as he stares at Shirasu the entire time, still pulling that lever. ]
Do you want to eat with me?
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[There's definitely a couple utensils, he can take his pick for whatever's easiest.
With a slight frown at the lever, Shirasu adds-]
... might I ask why you've spent so long here?
[This doesn't seem like much of a distraction, or like there's much point to it in general.]
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'cause I haven't hit the jackpot yet. I've already been here for so long, so it feels bad to give up now. Like... "what if the next play is the one?" That sort of thinking.
[ Addiction. He sticks his half spoonful of """food""" into his mouth and chews. And swallows. ]
...It's good.
[ His taste buds are broken, probably. ]
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[at least SOMEONE appreciates his cooking... Shirasu nods, satisfied, though he definitely notes that shaking hand and just... reaches over to try to gently guide his other hand away from the lever.]
-perhaps you should take a short break to finish, Minato-kun.
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His hand is easy lower, but his hand does curl absently in the air, like it's still on autopilot trying to find something to hold and pull down on. Minato doesn't seem to notice; another half spoonful gets stuck into his mouth, Minato chewing and swallowing before speaking again. ]
...Probably should. Can you take over for me?
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[He's not exactly interested... he is also still looking at it like he doesn't entirely understand how the machine's captivated Minato so much.
Also please don't choke on a fish bone or something because there are probably a couple in there, sorry about Shirasu's cooking.]
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Are you sure you don't want to play?
[ He lowers his plate a little— if he had to decide between one or the other, he'd rather play... but at least in this way, he's eating slow enough not to choke on a fish bone. He does find one though, pausing in his chewing and then tentatively crunches at it as if something was just accidentally undercooked and he's too polite to point it out. ]
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As he watches Minato's attention diverted by the fact that the slots don't continue to run, though... he sighs, reaching for the lever. Fine. He's pretty sure Minato will get food everywhere if he tries to do both.]
I'll try it, I suppose. Just until you're finished.
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Thanks. It's just pulling the lever until you win. If your timing is any good, you can try stopping it at the right time for the pictures to line up. I'm no good at that, so I've just been doing whatever.
[ Maybe this is why it's going to take him 5 solid days. ]
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[Shirasu sets them spinning, watching them closely, and-- okay, look, he is an anime ninja who has ridiculous reflexes and I am absolutely going to use that to shitpost instead of for like, fight purposes? So.
It's not the jackpot, but after a couple of failed attempts just to observe things like how long it actually takes to stop and what the patterns on the reels are... he does, in fact, line them up.]
It doesn't seem that difficult.
[he's going to refuse to use this to actually hit what Minato's after, though, because Minato wanted to do it... that's still gonna be all him.]
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Your reflexes are incredible... Or is there another trick to it?
[ Teach him, senpai... ]
w2, tuesday
Hello. Will you teach me how to cook?
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[Shirasu blinks down at him as he stands, caught slightly off-guard by that request... but after a moment, he nods.]
I wouldn't mind at all, if you're certain.
[There have been maybe one or two complaints.]
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[ Akane doesn't believe in Shirasu but Minato does. ]
You helped me out a lot last week, so I wanted to be able to do the same for others.
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[Believing in Shirasu is absolutely a mistake, please ask Kara?? But he's settled on this now.]
What would you like to learn?
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Fish is a specialty of yours, right? I was thinking... some sort of broiled fish, with pear sauce, and a salad to accompany it.
w5, tuesday
Knock, knock, [ he says instead of actually knocking ] I'm here to hang out for a while.
[ And he just sort of lets himself in. ]
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[it's fine, Shirasu doesn't mind seeing him... he doesn't get a lot of visitors? there's a white cat with mismatched eyes on his lap, and a tuxedo cat's bounding up to Minato to demand attention.
He eyes that outfit curiously if Minato's still wearing it, though-]
Dressed up for something?
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He goes ahead and sits on the edge of the bed, holding his hand out for the cat. ]
Yeah, a bunch of us were hanging out at the circus. We got to be a part of the show too, so this was my costume.
[ Everybody else were furries but. Minato will spare him that knowledge. ]
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At the circus, hm... is that where you've all been visiting this week?
[literally nobody has told him about the gateway and i'm dying.]
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[ WHY IS MILLA NOT TAKING HIM OUT ANYMORE WHAT HAPPENED ]
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I haven't, no. If you wouldn't mind, then I certainly won't ever turn down a little fresh air.
[being stuck here! sucks!]
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Yeah, we can go now, if you want. The cats can come too.
[ If he's sitting in his wheelchair Minato will go around and help push, aka he kicks off and stands in the back to coast like it's a shopping cart or a scooter, this is who you're entrusting your life in ]