[ Minato has, in the time Ange took to get here, set his mirror aside and stumbled into the bathroom, at least. Even if it's hard to concentrate much over his tears, he seems to be doing his best to wash some of the dried blood off of his arms at face in the sink, though he's leaning on the wall beside it to avoid putting much weight on his injured leg. And he's still sobbing quietly and sniffing, because crying makes his nose run, and everything is just horrible and sad forever and ever!
[ audio -> action ] To teach I first must learn how to do that myself!
[ Minato has, in the time Ange took to get here, set his mirror aside and stumbled into the bathroom, at least. Even if it's hard to concentrate much over his tears, he seems to be doing his best to wash some of the dried blood off of his arms at face in the sink, though he's leaning on the wall beside it to avoid putting much weight on his injured leg. And he's still sobbing quietly and sniffing, because crying makes his nose run, and everything is just horrible and sad forever and ever!
Or at least as long as his clothes remain blue. ]