[He almost rolls his eyes.] Doing something like that wouldn't've crossed his mind to begin with, not that it probably made a difference.
[But at the next question, he pauses, mulling it over in his mind. He still doesn't know Minato well—hardly knows a damn thing about him except that he's Minako's considerably quieter half, the half that possesses every ounce of reservation Minako had abandoned by the wayside.]
Depends.
[On two options, really. Whether he stayed in or whether he got the hell out while he had opportunity. Those were the only two scenarios that would have made a difference to Mitsuru.]
But it ain't like Mitsuru to give anybody special treatment.
[Not to say she isn't fair when she needs to be, but she's absolutely fierce and uncompromising when she feels the need and has a reason to be. If Minato had been in the hotsprings with the rest of them, every single argument of his would have been rendered null and invalid. Wouldn't have mattered whether he had gotten dragged there, or if he had been trying to enjoy the view of his own volition. She was the judge and the jury, the empress of who did not take well to the flimsy excuses of her subjects—especially excuses of the shoddy, masculine-made variety. Not much brain in those.
In other words, if Minato was there, he most definitely had his ass handed to him on an ice-encased platter.]
no subject
[But at the next question, he pauses, mulling it over in his mind. He still doesn't know Minato well—hardly knows a damn thing about him except that he's Minako's considerably quieter half, the half that possesses every ounce of reservation Minako had abandoned by the wayside.]
Depends.
[On two options, really. Whether he stayed in or whether he got the hell out while he had opportunity. Those were the only two scenarios that would have made a difference to Mitsuru.]
But it ain't like Mitsuru to give anybody special treatment.
[Not to say she isn't fair when she needs to be, but she's absolutely fierce and uncompromising when she feels the need and has a reason to be. If Minato had been in the hotsprings with the rest of them, every single argument of his would have been rendered null and invalid. Wouldn't have mattered whether he had gotten dragged there, or if he had been trying to enjoy the view of his own volition. She was the judge and the jury, the empress of who did not take well to the flimsy excuses of her subjects—especially excuses of the shoddy, masculine-made variety. Not much brain in those.
In other words, if Minato was there, he most definitely had his ass handed to him on an ice-encased platter.]