❝We have lost all sympathy ;
we have lost all humanity❞
Arcana: The Fool (reversed). Disclaimer: Independent AU Minato blog. Aspiring Star(s)
Steel colored eyes stared at the Pokeball, unsure why the sudden appearance of the purple…Thing…. Was talking. That wasn’t supposed to happen, right? Pokemon didn’t talk — from what he’s seen in the Pokemon games. Without hesitation the blue haired man walked back inside of the house, before pressing the button, watching a red light appear and a giant snake appearing before him. Instead of being scared, he reached down and simply patted it on the head.
That was quite rude. Oh, well. The boy didn’t really care. Removing his headphones and mumbling an ‘Alright’ to the other, Minato scooched to the side of the steps so he was out of the way. He then spoke as he looked down at his music player. “…There.”
The Deathly Fool isn’t one to care if he was rude while the other moved away, but he wasn’t one to stick around. Not even when there were other pieces of him running around, completely different and perhaps thinking ill of him. Minato begins to walk once more, his steps light while hands were in pockets of jeans — lashes fluttering shut as he keeps going. Faint music plays while his head lowers and dead butterflies seemingly fallen to the ground right when they pass him.
“Mm..” The fool let out a small sigh, resting his elbow onto his desk. “I wonder what the other’s had to do today..?” Minato spoke quietly, propping his chin in the palm of his hand. Everyone in the dormitory seemed to have had to go off earlier to go get something done and Minato didn’t feel like hanging out with his classmates today. So he was just by himself. It was a bit relaxing, but lonely and boring as well.
Maybe..Some fresh air will do me good. Standing up, he walked out and plainly sat on the front steps of the dorm. It was surprisingly nicer outside. Minato put on his headphones and closed his eyes as music blasted into his ears. However, when he opened his eyes a few moments later he was surprised to see a person standing in front of him. “…?”
Here he was again, wandering when he preferred to be asleep.Though the need to have fresh air was indeed healthy the blue haired man preferred to be locked up in a home that didn’t involve him getting into anything with others. Unfortunately, it seemed he had stumbled across… Another mirror piece.
A soft sigh escapes his pale lips while the slightest of frowns were formed. He had thought to get rid of those annoying mirror pieces, that wanted his attention and affection — something he was unable to give. Unable to even bother to attempt.
“… — Move. You’re in the way.”