[ It's a humble little thing, a wooden box with its metal comb nestled within. Minato steps forward to lift it into one of his hands. He glances at the gun in his other hand and, after a moment of silent consideration, sets the weapon down where the music box once sat. ]
I don't mind.
[ There isn't much that Minato minds when it comes to Ryoji, so long as it doesn't require fulfilling a request to take his life.
Minato holds the music box with care, tilting it to reveal the wind-up key in the bottom of it. He rotates it a few times until there's proper resistance from it, then turns to Ryoji again and opens the music box's lid.
From within the little trinket comes a gentle tune, one that's delicately plucked out by the tiny metal comb. ]
no subject
I don't mind.
[ There isn't much that Minato minds when it comes to Ryoji, so long as it doesn't require fulfilling a request to take his life.
Minato holds the music box with care, tilting it to reveal the wind-up key in the bottom of it. He rotates it a few times until there's proper resistance from it, then turns to Ryoji again and opens the music box's lid.
From within the little trinket comes a gentle tune, one that's delicately plucked out by the tiny metal comb. ]