[ In spite of spending many a night sneaking into a night club, Minato hasn't actually done much underage drinking. Maybe the bartender at Club Escapade could tell, and maybe that's why he occasionally entrusted to Minato the task of passing out drinks.
He'd drained the cup too fast to tell how it tasted. Or maybe his sense of taste was dulled, a potential side effect of the snuggleblossom's pollen.
His body's still a bit limp, but being pliant means it's a simple task for Aak to flip his free arm over to check his pulse. Earlier, the tempo was slowing steadily, perhaps contributing to Minato's sluggishness. It begins to beat faster beneath Aak's fingers -- a little too fast, actually...
Minato blinks, wheezing as something in his chest clenches. This is -- better, probably? At least his heart was beating?
Strained as it is, he manages to squeeze out a few words: ]
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He'd drained the cup too fast to tell how it tasted. Or maybe his sense of taste was dulled, a potential side effect of the snuggleblossom's pollen.
His body's still a bit limp, but being pliant means it's a simple task for Aak to flip his free arm over to check his pulse. Earlier, the tempo was slowing steadily, perhaps contributing to Minato's sluggishness. It begins to beat faster beneath Aak's fingers -- a little too fast, actually...
Minato blinks, wheezing as something in his chest clenches. This is -- better, probably? At least his heart was beating?
Strained as it is, he manages to squeeze out a few words: ]
Is it -- is it working...?