[ Minato's gaze drops to their knees as Akira shuffles in closer. There's an instinctive desire to lean in, to balance a bit of his own weight against Akira. He pushes it aside for now, a distraction while they have something to get done. ]
Guess not.
[ He returns the coconut to the ground, hammering at the hairline crack with the flat side of the stone. It fractures even further, finally splitting in half with one last blow. It falls apart into two identical hemispheres, almost as though the fruit was intended to be shared.
...maybe it's not so surprising, given that the point of this game was to bond. Sharing food was yet another way of doing that. Minato shifts to sit on the floor, taking one of the halves and holding it out to Akira with a half shrug. ]
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Guess not.
[ He returns the coconut to the ground, hammering at the hairline crack with the flat side of the stone. It fractures even further, finally splitting in half with one last blow. It falls apart into two identical hemispheres, almost as though the fruit was intended to be shared.
...maybe it's not so surprising, given that the point of this game was to bond. Sharing food was yet another way of doing that. Minato shifts to sit on the floor, taking one of the halves and holding it out to Akira with a half shrug. ]
Only those who put in the work get to eat.