[the way Minato scoots a bit closer doesn't go unnoticed, and Akira finds himself smiling a bit wistfully into his coconut as he gently, ever-so-slightly, leans a bit of his weight against his fellow Wild Card. it's enough to be noticeable, though he is quite careful not to over-burden his companion. he is just. . .]

[. . . well]

[actually? no, he doesn't really know what he is doing. but he finds it warm, the way they sit together like this, pressed close with his jacket draped over their backs. it probably makes a pretty silly picture, considering Akira is still barefoot, and still wearing his mask perched atop his head as he too sips at his fruity meal. but that just makes it a little more charming, right. . .?]

[he supposes there is nothing like a deserted island survival scenario to help two people grow closer. though. . . somehow, he doubts they would have needed the VR to become friends. Wild Cards just have that innate bond, don't they. . .? at least, that's what Akira thinks, especially after meeting Yu]

[Akira tilts his head slightly towards Minato at the question, a thoughtful noise tumbling from his lips]

I imagine there's plenty of fish in the ocean. And maybe some bananas?

. . . I guess if we're going to be stuck here for more than one day, we should look for more food tomorrow.

[and acquire a much bigger stash of rations than just four measly coconuts]