[ It's a stranger that stands there, wide eyes filled with curiosity more than the more appropriate fear, but as suspicious as that might be, it's at least better than hostility. If Lalli can ignore the sword in his hand, anyways, the drawn but held low to the ground instead of at the ready, both the blade and the hilt splattered with the same dark stains that are soaked through the boy's clothes, impossible to tell how fresh.
He's not the one to speak first. But when he hears Lalli offer the first words, his shoulders fall slightly with released tension, and he murmurs an amiable enough introduction. ]
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He's not the one to speak first. But when he hears Lalli offer the first words, his shoulders fall slightly with released tension, and he murmurs an amiable enough introduction. ]
...Minato.
[ A pause ]
I'm not supposed to be here. Sorry.