[ Spring needs to stop being a thing. There's pollen everywhere, the bugs come back to life, and there's just something about warmer weather that's so loud.
It's a voice that Minato recognizes. Surprisingly deeper, but familiar in the way you can be apart from somebody for a decade and still recognize them immediately on sight. Chiaki going around chatting up everybody near him is a familiar sight too, and Minato contemplates for a second simply walking around the park instead of through it. He tugs at his bangs a little anxiously— he's been in desperate need of a haircut for the last several months, but he'd never noticed how bad it's gotten without somebody to care about that sort of stuff like when he was little. His hands travel down to the face mask he's wearing for his cough, and then drops to his side. ]
iii.park
It's a voice that Minato recognizes. Surprisingly deeper, but familiar in the way you can be apart from somebody for a decade and still recognize them immediately on sight. Chiaki going around chatting up everybody near him is a familiar sight too, and Minato contemplates for a second simply walking around the park instead of through it. He tugs at his bangs a little anxiously— he's been in desperate need of a haircut for the last several months, but he'd never noticed how bad it's gotten without somebody to care about that sort of stuff like when he was little. His hands travel down to the face mask he's wearing for his cough, and then drops to his side. ]
Trees.
[ Not a color. Not a flower. ]