[ He'd been heading for the dressing room when the hummingbird-headed paparazzi initially spotted him. And because the last thing Minato wanted was for photographs of himself striping down to get spread around by the resort's tabloids, he'd immediately hightailed it out of the costume department.
Minato's gaze lowers as Akira taps at his buttons. The collar's almost certainly the worst part about the outfit. Let's try getting that out of the way first...
He raises his hands to try unfastening them and -- they don't budge at all, as if the collar had been superglued shut.
...ah. So it's like his shoes, huh.
He lets out a heavy sigh before tilting his chin up a bit. ]
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[ He'd been heading for the dressing room when the hummingbird-headed paparazzi initially spotted him. And because the last thing Minato wanted was for photographs of himself striping down to get spread around by the resort's tabloids, he'd immediately hightailed it out of the costume department.
Minato's gaze lowers as Akira taps at his buttons. The collar's almost certainly the worst part about the outfit. Let's try getting that out of the way first...
He raises his hands to try unfastening them and -- they don't budge at all, as if the collar had been superglued shut.
...ah. So it's like his shoes, huh.
He lets out a heavy sigh before tilting his chin up a bit. ]
Come on. Help me out, then...