[ He listens silently and takes in all the information Koharu has to offer. Everything certainly sounds like the typical description of most people's perceptions surrounding a "cupid."
There's one thing that seems to be missing though, and that's where Minato's thoughts stray. ]
Where's your bow?
[ The bow, the quiver of arrows with their heart-shaped tips, surely these were the true marks of a cupid other than their feathered wings?
He lifts a hand idly in thought, carding his fingers through his bangs. Though the wound is healed, his hand comes away with flecks of dried blood clinging to his fingertips. Minato doesn't seem bothered by it though, merely exhaling a bit at the sight of it. ]
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There's one thing that seems to be missing though, and that's where Minato's thoughts stray. ]
Where's your bow?
[ The bow, the quiver of arrows with their heart-shaped tips, surely these were the true marks of a cupid other than their feathered wings?
He lifts a hand idly in thought, carding his fingers through his bangs. Though the wound is healed, his hand comes away with flecks of dried blood clinging to his fingertips. Minato doesn't seem bothered by it though, merely exhaling a bit at the sight of it. ]