[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-14 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He used to visit them around nightfall as well, but only because that's when his free time aligned after work. The cold bite of winter provides a similar sort of solitude, though, in a blanket of undisturbed snow that muffles voices and footfalls both. ]

Take your time finishing you tea. I'll be around ten minutes.

[ Even if it feels as if time slows and stretches the moment the words leave his mouth. Nothing to do but to stand and wait, maybe make sure that the hot water isn't running low, or the tins of tea leaves are all shut tight. ]

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-17 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Some days he still holds out for being able to wear his wireless earbuds and hide them in his hair as he works/stands here idly for half an hour at a time, but his attention towards people is already fairly poor without being divided.

Cartomancy isn't a word he's familiar with, let alone the art, so he blinks down at the cards for a moment trying to piece it together— he knows "cartography" and "necromancy" but map... magic... doesn't sound like the right definition here. There are cards, but card tricks doesn't sound right either... ]


Nothing at all. What's it about?

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-17 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's not so sure about entrusting his future to the cards... But he looks somewhat intrigued as his eyes follow Elizabeth's hands through the shuffle, sliding a card out of the pile and laying it flat out on the table, the superstition and ignorance in him seeing "four" and "hearts" and going "ah yes, death to all relationships."

Hm... ]


Is it only the diviner who can ask the questions? Or can I keep a question in my mind without sharing and have you read the cards...?

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-17 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Minato nods and takes the cards in his hands, not so much shuffling as he simply takes a stack from the center of the pile and moves it towards the bottom, idly turning the order over like that as he thinks of a question, not having one ready when he'd asked. This is probably his one chance to find an answer he otherwise won't ever bring up again, he thinks. If it's that, then... something important to him... something that's been gnawing at him for years upon years...

It's that, then.

Should I have run away? Did I really hurt them? Is it too late to go home and say I'm sorry?

...

That's more than one question. Just the one, then: "Did I do the right thing?" ]


...Alright.

[ He sets the cards flat on the counter, and slides it over in front of Elizabeth. ]

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-17 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If it's his one chance to assuage some of his worries, it'll have to be all three. Minato reaches out and chooses the ones sitting right in front of him, side by side and lays out one by one-

Two of clubs.
Three of clubs.
Six of diamonds. ]

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-17 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is very little change in Minato's expression as he listens to Elizabeth read the cards, eyes half closed and contemplative while he turns his question over in his mind and tries to fit the reading with what he'd suspected the answer would be. Did he do the right thing in leaving his grandparents and starting anew? He had wanted to say yes before, that he'd been able to get through his schooling on his own and pick up enough work in order to support himself without having to rely on others— he thought he was doing well for himself, despite what Elizabeth so aptly picked up on as "a lack of communication and nervous energy" that always lies beneath the surface of his thoughts.

And he's being scolded by the cards. The thought makes him laugh, just a huff of breath that he lets go in order to draw another in; one that feels a little like relief. ]


That answers my question pretty well. It's been a long time since I've been scolded by anybody...

[ Not because he's been a saint- far from it- but he has precious few people who care enough to do so, who put more stock in him than his feelings. ]

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-17 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I have a lifetime of things to be scolded for, but I'll get to that backlog later.

[ Since... his shift seems to be over, glancing up at the clock on the wall when he turns it to slide the smile off his face. He'd probably burned through a lot of those ten minutes sitting there trying to decide on a question in the first place, but it was time better spent questioning than cleaning already clean cups. ]

Still want that walk?

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-18 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Not of your company, no.

[ He's just. Tired. And would like to go home, but even he'd feel bad about Elizabeth doing so much for him, just to turn around and go "Bye." He takes the cup instead to rinse out before hanging his apron and getting his things from the back room. ]

We don't usually do tips, but we could probably start a robot cat fund. ...The owner's allergic to cats. [ Evidently, by how overly cat themed the shop is without having an actual cat around. They haven't found a better solution than a robot cat yet. ] Or you can hold onto the coins and donate them at the shrines.

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-18 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ $20 is not "change" wtf Elizabeth

All the same, Minato finds an empty jar and Sharpies "ROBOT CAT FUND" on the glass before folding the donation up inside and setting it by the register. ]


Thanks. My roommate has a cat... I try to lint roller my clothes every morning, but if I ever make you cry, it might only be 98% my fault.

[ Cat fur is impossible to remove completely; how do you live at home ]

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-19 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
I've got lots of practice making girls cry.

[ ...Was that not supposed to be a challenge? He can't imagine a scenario where it would happen though, outside of letting cats loose inside the music building, so he lets that lie in silence while he ducks back to collect his coat, zipping it all the way up so that it covers his neck and mouth before leaving.

It's cold outside and he ducks his head a little further so that even his nose is covered by the collar. The shrine isn't too far from here, but he's used to going alone, setting his legs to autopilot to carry him there while his mind wanders at a different pace. ]

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-20 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ That sounds dangerous for a multitude of reasons and he isn't sure where to start. Let's do the most obvious one: ]

There aren't many streets lights around, and the city lights wash out everything else when flying overhead. When I first flew in, the only thing I could see were the Towers.

[ Presumably Elizabeth is rich enough to have her own private jet that she goes around taking midnight flights on IDK ]

[personal profile] compendiem 2017-12-21 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ With everything imaginable in the Towers, it's more like it's the only place to shop. Everything is self-contained, something he appreciates for its convenience, but there's also the crowd that he doesn't, and sometimes it's nice having to walk from place to place, take a detour through the shrines where it's quiet and he can be with his thoughts. ]

I've only gone in once or twice, actually. Wanted to go all the way to the top floor, see the city lights from the highest bridge at night. I think I was stuck in that elevator for half an hour while it climbed, and eventually I gave up and went back down.

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