[ Minato sets the empty coconut shell aside, sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest and arms wrapped around them. He rests his chin against his knees, making himself smaller to retain as much body heat as possible. A shudder passes through him; it's pretty cold between the evening chill and his still-damp shirt.
There's an attempt made to distract himself by watching Akira slam a rock against the coconut. It looks like he's almost there... That poor coconut though -- he almost feels a little sorry for it.
It's fortunate that he'd run into Akira. Coconut cannibalism aside, Minato can't imagine that Akira's hypothetical coconut friend would approve of such a brutal method of feeding himself. ]
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There's an attempt made to distract himself by watching Akira slam a rock against the coconut. It looks like he's almost there... That poor coconut though -- he almost feels a little sorry for it.
It's fortunate that he'd run into Akira. Coconut cannibalism aside, Minato can't imagine that Akira's hypothetical coconut friend would approve of such a brutal method of feeding himself. ]