[ He doesn't refute that comment because it's true. Instead, Minato makes a small sound of agreement. It's just barely vague enough to pass as an acknowledgement of Shinjiro thought of himself, probably better than an outright, "yeah, that's exactly what you are."
There's a good heart underneath Shinjiro's gruff words. If he didn't have one, perhaps his life wouldn't have been cut short that October full moon. ]
No. He doesn't. But he showed me how to feed a cow.
[ Minato watches Shinjiro for a moment before coaxing the axe from the log's surface. The rock Shinjiro tosses goes sailing over the fence -- he's helping, maybe even without realizing it. The tiniest of smiles creeps across Minato's face.
That's just how Shinjiro rolled, isn't it? He couldn't help but ultimately lend a hand and get involved. ]
I think he wants to study the animals here. The weird ones too.
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There's a good heart underneath Shinjiro's gruff words. If he didn't have one, perhaps his life wouldn't have been cut short that October full moon. ]
No. He doesn't. But he showed me how to feed a cow.
[ Minato watches Shinjiro for a moment before coaxing the axe from the log's surface. The rock Shinjiro tosses goes sailing over the fence -- he's helping, maybe even without realizing it. The tiniest of smiles creeps across Minato's face.
That's just how Shinjiro rolled, isn't it? He couldn't help but ultimately lend a hand and get involved. ]
I think he wants to study the animals here. The weird ones too.