[ It's not really whether or not he believes Yukimi— time will tell if Minato gets any sudden revelation about his life upon picking up a jar of honey, so he isn't pressed waiting for that to happen. It's just the matter of somebody meeting him for the first time, asking a few questions and knowing his life isn't as put together as he tries to make it out to be, so self-assured, originally, when he had first moved out on his own.
He returns his hands to his pockets, paper crinkling under his fist, lifting one shoulder in a shrug that's more a preface to speaking than anything that holds meaning. ]
You sound like you know what you're talking about. Either from experience, or maybe you're a honey salesman.
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He returns his hands to his pockets, paper crinkling under his fist, lifting one shoulder in a shrug that's more a preface to speaking than anything that holds meaning. ]
You sound like you know what you're talking about. Either from experience, or maybe you're a honey salesman.