[well. fortunately for Minato, the honeywagon he chooses as his paparazzi hiding spot is occupied by a familiar face! . . . dressed in a very unfamiliar outfit. seated in one of those portable fold-up actor's chairs, one leg crossed over the other, heeled foot bobbing up and down idly as he sips at a paper cup of coffee. . . honestly, Akira doesn't seem too bothered by the costume department's choice in his wardrobe. even if he takes some offense to being immediately pegged as a cop]
[the mild surprise that flits across Akira's features when Minato rushes into the trailer fades pretty quickly, replaced by an amused quirk of his brow, lips curving into a slight grin. it should be noted that while Akira is dressed in the entire leather getup, he did not stick around for makeup. that's for another day]
you know which one
[the mild surprise that flits across Akira's features when Minato rushes into the trailer fades pretty quickly, replaced by an amused quirk of his brow, lips curving into a slight grin. it should be noted that while Akira is dressed in the entire leather getup, he did not stick around for makeup. that's for another day]
. . . huh.
[another slow sip of his caffeinated drink]
I see they got to you, too.
[HE EMPATHIZES. . .]