compnetwork | [Public post, but addressed to one(1) Minato Arisato]

[Miki has only been here for day, and yesterday night's events have left her happier than she could have imagined. But...she suppose she owes someone and apology for her behavior the night before.

Maybe it's the lack of a good night's sleep and she'd not using the camera and post function on the watch clearly, or maybe simply because she's not that great with computers in the first place, but what was supposed to be a private post is unfortunately sent publicly. Regardless, it is a small video of Miki looking like she didn't get that much sleep and she's looking at the watch's camera like it's a small cursed object.]

Hey uh. Arisato. I mean Minato. M-Minato Arisato yeah that sounds better..

Look when you watch this? Just wanted to say I'm sorry 'bout yesterday. I didn't know about the different world things and I just thought you were the Minato from my world.

He was the leader of Strega. That's why I did the...I'm watching you sign. [She says, tihnking 'I still don't trust you that much anyway.']

So uh. I'll stop that. I'm sure you're a nice guy and not an idiot.

[She pouts, trying to think of what else to say and just shrugs.]

Have a good day.

[End video feed.]

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I told Minato everything. I think he deserved that much, after what his other self did.

[There's a small smile, although it disappears when she catches herself doing it.]

Minako knows some of it. I'm pretty sure they'll know everything between themselves soon.

...You should go talk with her, Jiji.

[She looks up at him and gives Shinjiro a smile...although not without a strange smirk on her lips.]

...After a shower. I'll make everyone some coffee meanwhile.

[She looks over to where Akihiko is.]

Does he...always sleep that soundly?

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[He shoots her a red-eyed, withering look.] Don't call me that.

[Except there's not much iron behind it. He can only manage a half-hearted protest at this point, and arches an eyebrow at her odd, sudden eagerness she's displaying about him leaving—she certainly hadn't been that way last night, when she hadn't wanted any of them to leave. A shower sounds... fine but.

...But why the hell is she even telling him what to do?]

[He looks over at Aki.] Sometimes. He usually keeps himself on tight training schedule.

[Because Shinji, as you no doubt have learned with Minako, women have this odd way of being able to make you do things. Sometimes.

Also she sees that eyebrow but pretends to have not seen it at all.]

After yesterday I can't blame him.

[Her eyes still hurt, both due from the lack of sleep and the emotional roller coaster of yesterday night.]

Told you.

[He's such a sentimental bastard.

And also, you know, not someone to be afraid of. Or feel somehow unworthy to be around.]

[She laughs softly.]

Yeah, yeah. I know.

[A small pause.]

Thank you.

[....]

I didn't do a damn thing.

[Of course you'd say that, you big idiot. No matter what world you're from. At least Miki knows you well enough that she doesn't push it.]

...I'll go make coffee. Do you think Aki would like some too?

[She has no idea of her other brother's adult culinary preferences yet, this is going to be a terrible thing.]

He likes coffee.

[And even if he didn't, if she made it for him, he'd drink it. He'd drink raw iron at this point if that's what she put in front of him. Her ability to supersede his culinary preferences won't last long, but they'll hover around for a few days.]

Good.

[Wait...]

Oh uh...where is the coffee exactly? [Their kitchens are small but she doesn't want to turn it upside down. Miki would rather ask a question and get an answer.]

[Ah, you're learning.

He stands up, careful not to wake Akihiko as he manuevers his way further into the kitchen.]

It's over here.

[He pulls out the coffee machine from its place in one of the few cupboards, along with the container of fresh coffee he bought the other day.]

You know how to work it?

[He's assuming she does. Most people—aside from maybe Fuuka, at least—can at least brew a decent cup of coffee.]

[She just grins at that.]

I've made cups of coffee for you...well another you ever since I was a kid. You didn't approve of me doing it at first but I'm pretty thick-headed sometimes.

[She learned from the best.]

Like your brother then.

[Thick-headed is an excellent word.

The two of them hold a lot more in common than he ever imagined they would, really. She had been the complete anti-thesis of her brother back then, but it looked like all she needed was a little more time to inherit the Sanada traits life owed her.

He wishes, though, that there was somehow a way to remember, like if he reached just high enough, he might be able to pull down a memory or two. But all that his hands are closing around is empty air. The night helped chase some of the awkwardness away, but it's still there, along with the disbelief.

He plugs the coffee machine in, putting in a filter.]

Guess I'll leave you to it.

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