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fools_journey((ooc: ... warning in advanced for tl;dr? The short version is he imagines up his mp3 player only for it to explode in his face.))
[Minato had put up with a lack of music in his life for a few weeks, now, and it set the record for the longest time he had gone without pulling on headphones and getting lost in music of some sort in years - nixing, of course, the week he spent unconscious back in April, which he didn't think counted. But, whatever length it had been since he had last gone an extended period of time without his music, Minato was growing rather tired of it.
It wasn't that he minded silence, of course - he liked it actually, and it was a lot quieter here than he was used to. (...both because there weren't any loud machines or thick crowds of people and because ever since arriving here, he'd found that he couldn't really reach his personas. They were... muted somehow, he supposed. And though it was strange and a bit uncomfortable in a way, it also made his headspace a lot less noisy.) But even silence could be distracting, and nothing let him zone out and relax half so well as music. Even that aside, he just plain missed it, and it still felt a little weird not to have the weight of his mp3 player and his headphones around his neck.
Thus, he had come up with a plan.
It hadn't escaped his notice that the rooms they lived in were not static. He'd first stumbled across the fact that they could be changed with a little imagination some days ago, when he'd been actively pondering how he'd arrange his room if he'd had a desk. He'd done some experimenting since then and managed to think up a few other things, like a sketchbook. So, logically he ought to be able to imagine up a music player and headphones, right? Or at least so he thought...
(And luckily for him, the compact - sitting on the upper corner of his desk - caught the entire thing on a video feed, as he forgot to shut it after earlier fiddling.)
Minato stared vaguely down at his desk, imagining his mp3 player and the headphones Fuuka had made for him just sitting there, and after a while, there they were! A broad grin spread across his face, and he quickly reached out to pick the items up. However, the moment he had them off the table...]
*BANG*
OW!
[Both the .mp3 player and the headphones exploded. In his face. And now not only were his hands burned, but his bangs were singed. And he was left staring at his hands, his expression an unusually emotional mixture of shock and dismay and a little pain.]
What -- what the hell?!
[Minato had put up with a lack of music in his life for a few weeks, now, and it set the record for the longest time he had gone without pulling on headphones and getting lost in music of some sort in years - nixing, of course, the week he spent unconscious back in April, which he didn't think counted. But, whatever length it had been since he had last gone an extended period of time without his music, Minato was growing rather tired of it.
It wasn't that he minded silence, of course - he liked it actually, and it was a lot quieter here than he was used to. (...both because there weren't any loud machines or thick crowds of people and because ever since arriving here, he'd found that he couldn't really reach his personas. They were... muted somehow, he supposed. And though it was strange and a bit uncomfortable in a way, it also made his headspace a lot less noisy.) But even silence could be distracting, and nothing let him zone out and relax half so well as music. Even that aside, he just plain missed it, and it still felt a little weird not to have the weight of his mp3 player and his headphones around his neck.
Thus, he had come up with a plan.
It hadn't escaped his notice that the rooms they lived in were not static. He'd first stumbled across the fact that they could be changed with a little imagination some days ago, when he'd been actively pondering how he'd arrange his room if he'd had a desk. He'd done some experimenting since then and managed to think up a few other things, like a sketchbook. So, logically he ought to be able to imagine up a music player and headphones, right? Or at least so he thought...
(And luckily for him, the compact - sitting on the upper corner of his desk - caught the entire thing on a video feed, as he forgot to shut it after earlier fiddling.)
Minato stared vaguely down at his desk, imagining his mp3 player and the headphones Fuuka had made for him just sitting there, and after a while, there they were! A broad grin spread across his face, and he quickly reached out to pick the items up. However, the moment he had them off the table...]
*BANG*
OW!
[Both the .mp3 player and the headphones exploded. In his face. And now not only were his hands burned, but his bangs were singed. And he was left staring at his hands, his expression an unusually emotional mixture of shock and dismay and a little pain.]
What -- what the hell?!
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