Miki Sanada (
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[Public post, but addressed to one(1) Minato Arisato] | VIDEO (Backdated)
[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.]
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.]
[Action]
Yeah, yeah. I know.
[A small pause.]
Thank you.
[Action]
I didn't do a damn thing.
[Action]
...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.]
[Action]
[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.]
[Action]
[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.]
[Action]
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.]
[Action]
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.]
[Action]
[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.