[action; Beaver street; morning]
Okay, I'm off then.
[At house 1776, Minato can be seen leaving for school, with his backpack in tow.]
Wait a minute, Minato!
Eh? [He stops to turn around. At the door is his mother, a bright woman with red hair, who some may recognize as Minako.]
You forgot your lunch, silly boy. [Saying this, she holds up a paper lunch bag. With a smile.]
Oh...that would have been bad. [Minato doesn't exactly sound enthusiastic. At this, the mother takes a more admonishing stance.]
Yes, really. A boy like you can't afford to skip a meal. Not when you're nearly skin-and-bones.
[For some reason, Minato finds that funny. She really has no idea. He chuckles.]
Hmm. You're right. [Taking his lunch, he puts on his best smile.] Thanks. And see ya.
[His mother smiles right back.]
Have fun at school. And for goodness sake, don't slouch. It isn't proper, and your poor back will be complaining to you more when you're older.
[And he's off. Run into him?]
[school; music room]
[In the middle of one hall comes the melancholic sound of a violin. Peek inside one of the rooms, and you'll find a certain blue-haired boy practicing alone.
It seems Minato chose the music club this year. Bother him? Tell him he's good or sucks?]
[852 Goldberg Street]
[Well, this had to happen sooner or later. Taking a deep breath, Minato approaches the house and knocks on the door.]
[Phone; Evening]
What are you dressing up as for Halloween?
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