ii. [ The haunted funhouse was a mistake... With so many people inside, the screaming ahead of him gives the jumpscares away, and Minato only looks mildly disappointed at the fake rubber spiders and bats and snakes, stalling the line every time he sees them so he can look closer.
He barely gets through half the building like this when he gives up, plugs his ears with earbuds, and finds somewhere to sit, nestled in the darkness in front of some heavy velvet sheets next to a pile of skeletons and zombies and looking very much like one of the props because he predictably falls right asleep. Brow furrowed upon closer look, he seems to be caught in a bad dream, and every once in a while he kicks out in his sleep— possibly catching you on the foot, or simply in the way and tripping you on your way through the haunted house. Or maybe, miraculously, nobody wakes him up until closing, whereupon you're one of the actors who finally gets to breathe and start taking off their costumes and shrieks at this guy passed out on the floor. ]
iii. [ Ghosts are a hundred times more tiring than people, and Minato looks simply exhausted as he heads to work today. He drops his stuff off at the vet's office, and then heads next door to the senior dog sanctuary where he's in charge of some volunteers helping around today. And he's going to need the help, because as hard as he tries to pretend the ghosts don't exist, animals always have a sense for these things, and the incessant barking is driving a nail into the back of his skull.
He pops two painkillers and hands the closest volunteer a broom, nodding his head towards the front door. The ghosts haven't made their way inside the building yet; our job today is to hold the fort and keep the ghosts out. Defend the dogs with your life. ]
iv.a [ He'd picked up a late shift at the coffee shop, Expressive, this night, wiping down the tables when there aren't customers and brewing drinks when there are (though it's almost midnight... why are you drinking coffee so close to midnight...). Once in a while, somebody comes in and mills around the door, nervous glances out the windows as if waiting for something to pass through with the thickening fog. That's alright, and they can stay, maybe keep Minato company and warn him what's out there before he has to close up for the night and head out himself. ] iv.b. [ After work, it's earbuds in his ears, hands in his pockets, eyes to the ground as he leaves the shop. A perfect mugging victim, if he weren't surrounded by a low, steady beeping that follows him as he walks through the fog, warning of a Fear that he cannot hear with his ears covered, but you can. ] iv.c. [ If he makes it out safely, it's not home that he heads to right away, but the shrine over at Tribunal Terrace. He tips in some coins at the offertory box, mumbles a quick prayer under his breath, and then sits with his back against the box. He gets a thermos out. It's him. He's the one drinking coffee so close to midnight. ]
wildcard [ Feel free to shoot him a text, write up anything discussed in the workshop, make up anything dated any time during the month, or throw me a blank comment and I'll write up a starter! For reference, here is Minato on the workshop. ]
minato arisato | persona 3
[ The haunted funhouse was a mistake... With so many people inside, the screaming ahead of him gives the jumpscares away, and Minato only looks mildly disappointed at the fake rubber spiders and bats and snakes, stalling the line every time he sees them so he can look closer.
He barely gets through half the building like this when he gives up, plugs his ears with earbuds, and finds somewhere to sit, nestled in the darkness in front of some heavy velvet sheets next to a pile of skeletons and zombies and looking very much like one of the props because he predictably falls right asleep. Brow furrowed upon closer look, he seems to be caught in a bad dream, and every once in a while he kicks out in his sleep— possibly catching you on the foot, or simply in the way and tripping you on your way through the haunted house. Or maybe, miraculously, nobody wakes him up until closing, whereupon you're one of the actors who finally gets to breathe and start taking off their costumes and shrieks at this guy passed out on the floor. ]
iii.
[ Ghosts are a hundred times more tiring than people, and Minato looks simply exhausted as he heads to work today. He drops his stuff off at the vet's office, and then heads next door to the senior dog sanctuary where he's in charge of some volunteers helping around today. And he's going to need the help, because as hard as he tries to pretend the ghosts don't exist, animals always have a sense for these things, and the incessant barking is driving a nail into the back of his skull.
He pops two painkillers and hands the closest volunteer a broom, nodding his head towards the front door. The ghosts haven't made their way inside the building yet; our job today is to hold the fort and keep the ghosts out. Defend the dogs with your life. ]
iv.a
[ He'd picked up a late shift at the coffee shop, Expressive, this night, wiping down the tables when there aren't customers and brewing drinks when there are (though it's almost midnight... why are you drinking coffee so close to midnight...). Once in a while, somebody comes in and mills around the door, nervous glances out the windows as if waiting for something to pass through with the thickening fog. That's alright, and they can stay, maybe keep Minato company and warn him what's out there before he has to close up for the night and head out himself. ]
iv.b.
[ After work, it's earbuds in his ears, hands in his pockets, eyes to the ground as he leaves the shop. A perfect mugging victim, if he weren't surrounded by a low, steady beeping that follows him as he walks through the fog, warning of a Fear that he cannot hear with his ears covered, but you can. ]
iv.c.
[ If he makes it out safely, it's not home that he heads to right away, but the shrine over at Tribunal Terrace. He tips in some coins at the offertory box, mumbles a quick prayer under his breath, and then sits with his back against the box. He gets a thermos out. It's him. He's the one drinking coffee so close to midnight. ]
wildcard
[ Feel free to shoot him a text, write up anything discussed in the workshop, make up anything dated any time during the month, or throw me a blank comment and I'll write up a starter! For reference, here is Minato on the workshop. ]