[Sorry you had to find out like this, Lio. At least Minato knows what a shirt is.]
[A sharp intake of breath, as he spins to see who the speaker is -- not that he didn't recognize it, but too many of the phantoms haunting the city had been speaking in familiar voices. Too unsettling to listen too closely to in case he was drawn into a nightmare he couldn't escape, too dangerous to tune out entirely.]
Lio? What--? I'll call you back later.
[Minato shoves the phone into a shirt pocket -- he's still, tragicomically enough, in the swim trunks and light shirt from the Daitengu's event, a clear sign that he'd rushed out into the night in a hurry.] Weren't you supposed to head back to the Arena?
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Sorry you had to find out like this, Lio. At least Minato knows what a shirt is.][A sharp intake of breath, as he spins to see who the speaker is -- not that he didn't recognize it, but too many of the phantoms haunting the city had been speaking in familiar voices. Too unsettling to listen too closely to in case he was drawn into a nightmare he couldn't escape, too dangerous to tune out entirely.]
Lio? What--? I'll call you back later.
[Minato shoves the phone into a shirt pocket -- he's still, tragicomically enough, in the swim trunks and light shirt from the Daitengu's event, a clear sign that he'd rushed out into the night in a hurry.] Weren't you supposed to head back to the Arena?