[Once Yukimi gets hold of the last of the envelopes, he straightens out of his stoop, and replaces his paperwork to their rightful grip: upper right arm pinned against his torso. The sleeve of his jacket is knotted, like it always is, so the envelopes are held securely when he's not flailing around like an overzealous stress case.]
There's a family store, tucked away real small somewhere. Little family, little store. They came over, [from Japan, he means,] I think within the last four years or something. Good people. Anyway, they've got a few of the real deal over there, and the vinyl cats are, like... my favorite... didn't expect to see 'em...
[He's trailing off, a little distracted, even as he's watching Minato. His eyes aren't exactly uncritical yet.]
It ain't a big deal. You know what? A ghost stole it. When shit like that happens, sometimes you just gotta call it a day. Ghosts are formidable. Don't forget that.
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[Once Yukimi gets hold of the last of the envelopes, he straightens out of his stoop, and replaces his paperwork to their rightful grip: upper right arm pinned against his torso. The sleeve of his jacket is knotted, like it always is, so the envelopes are held securely when he's not flailing around like an overzealous stress case.]
There's a family store, tucked away real small somewhere. Little family, little store. They came over, [from Japan, he means,] I think within the last four years or something. Good people. Anyway, they've got a few of the real deal over there, and the vinyl cats are, like... my favorite... didn't expect to see 'em...
[He's trailing off, a little distracted, even as he's watching Minato. His eyes aren't exactly uncritical yet.]
It ain't a big deal. You know what? A ghost stole it. When shit like that happens, sometimes you just gotta call it a day. Ghosts are formidable. Don't forget that.
[Jury's out on whether he's serious.]