[Yukimi shuffles around with a bit of muttering, just the sort of gripes he's always slipping out, and a couple of minutes pass before he looks over his shoulder and sees Minato still in place. My freakin' blood pressure, he thinks, but it's impotent, and he just goes back to looking.
The keychain hasn't fallen underneath the edge of the wire-cased trash can, and it doesn't seem to have bounced off into any of the scarce city foliage. Investigating the nearby bus stop yields no results, either. It's not on the sidewalk in plain sight, and when Yukimi grudgingly skims the toe of his shoe through a section of the gutter, the keychain still doesn't show up. He lets Minato idle where he is while looking, but after a point...
He's shuffling back up to Minato, giving a lazy, uncouth sniff, rubbing at his own face with his hand.]
Hey. Hey. [Now he gestures at his own ears, because he's not quite rude enough to yank earbuds away from a stranger.] C'mon. You all set? Ready to go? Let's pack it up.
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The keychain hasn't fallen underneath the edge of the wire-cased trash can, and it doesn't seem to have bounced off into any of the scarce city foliage. Investigating the nearby bus stop yields no results, either. It's not on the sidewalk in plain sight, and when Yukimi grudgingly skims the toe of his shoe through a section of the gutter, the keychain still doesn't show up. He lets Minato idle where he is while looking, but after a point...
He's shuffling back up to Minato, giving a lazy, uncouth sniff, rubbing at his own face with his hand.]
Hey. Hey. [Now he gestures at his own ears, because he's not quite rude enough to yank earbuds away from a stranger.] C'mon. You all set? Ready to go? Let's pack it up.