[ That's right -- the message introducing this place also indicated an undetermined check-out time, didn't it? If what this stranger is saying is correct, it sounds like that time might never appear. Minato's gaze strays to the stranger's wrist before glancing down at his own again. Same watch, huh. Looks like whatever fate he'd landed in is more or less the same as this person's. ]
...no, only the welcome message.
[ Or at least, it sounded like one in spite of how sketchy this whole place seemed. It's all nonsensical, which ironically made it easier for Minato to accept. ]
Something about chips and a deck.
[ And also something about being assigned a "wildcard," but considering that was one of his former titles, the phrase doesn't seem weird at all. ]
Am I a card now...?
[ His brow creases in thought. No, that couldn't be it. As far as Minato can tell, he still feels like himself. The person standing before him is definitely a human too. ]
dwrp finds a way
...no, only the welcome message.
[ Or at least, it sounded like one in spite of how sketchy this whole place seemed. It's all nonsensical, which ironically made it easier for Minato to accept. ]
Something about chips and a deck.
[ And also something about being assigned a "wildcard," but considering that was one of his former titles, the phrase doesn't seem weird at all. ]
Am I a card now...?
[ His brow creases in thought. No, that couldn't be it. As far as Minato can tell, he still feels like himself. The person standing before him is definitely a human too. ]