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So, correct me if I'm wrong about this.

[Hank doesn't bother with an intro, just starts right on in. The angle he's holding his wrist shows both his face and the stick he's dragging along the wall behind him, which has been in a fire at some point in the recent past and leaves a long black trail of ash over the wall as he walks.]

But when all you heroes trooped into the haunted caves under the mysterious freaky lake the communication plan was along the lines of, 'gee, if someone gets their feet ate off by some freaky bullshit I sure do hope they yell real loud so I can get there before they bleed out' right? I mean, I trust you guys know to make a post letting us all know if you need backup, but what if this- [Here the screen shakes as Hank wiggles his wrist, indicating the watch] -gets busted, or stolen, or whatever?

I don't know, I was just thinking, next time a bunch of us, or just anyone, goes into something that might get bad there should be some kind of post stuck to the top of our feed that we could all check, just something like this-

[He stops walking, still talking as he starts to scratch a little list in ash onto the wall beside him.]

Hey, I wonder how little Suzy's doing. Oh, she checked in an hour ago, she's probably fine.

[He writes Suzy on the wall, and a checkmark next to her name.]

How about JimBob the Murder Bot? Oh, he hasn't checked in for about seven hours, I should take someone to go look for him.

[Next to JimBob the Murder Bot he doodles a little skull. Sorry Jimbo, it's hard out there for a figurative probably-dead robot. Better luck next time.]

Or maybe you guys would rather do some kinda daily role call like in school or, hell, maybe it's just more fun to lone wolf your way through all this world saving shit, what do I know. Decide amongst yourselves. I might be around, I might not. Just thought I'd throw this out there. I'm gonna go eat.

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[ It's probably for the best that Hank pick up on Sumo's happy curry thoughts instead, if that's something his powers can even do. For Minato, all he allows to show on his face is some quiet musing to himself- he's always been good at that, keeping things off his face, but it doesn't change the way his slow pace slows even further when he's thinking.

Whatever he's thinking, though, he shakes his head at. ]

I've done a week, before. But I was really messed up then. This feels like just a two day nap.

Yeah, well, at least you can tell, I guess.

[Hank keeps working his hand through Sumo's fur, absently. Maybe it'd be cool if he could feel dog emotions. Maybe that would make this whole thing less terrible. But that would mean that Sumo might - somehow, in a weird dog way - feel his, too, and he wouldn't even be able to pet his dog. Now that would be hell.]

You need me to uh, walk Koro or something while you're out?

[ Dogs are like that, though, even without magic of their own, sometimes they're able to pick up on the emotions of people around them. It's why Minato and Koromaru aren't that close friends, likely, even though they would fight for and die for each other. ]

Yeah, thanks. He's used to walking himself, but I bet he'd like the company. He'd stuck with Natsume, for the most part, when I was gone, I think. I can't imagine he did a lot of walking.

Well if he can walk himself maybe I should just pair him up with Sumo and let them go do their thing. Sumo doesn't uh, like going that fast these days, though.

[Oh hey, the kitchen. A good distraction from the topic of his dog getting old. Hank looks around, frowning, and the first thing he does is check that the stove has wood in it.]

Thank god, we don't have to like, go chop down a fuckin tree. You have any idea how to start this thing?

Koromaru keeps trying to race everybody, but he's not a puppy anymore, either.

[ The dog just doesn't care, enjoying being able to run around the places he loves most; it's a little enviable, because Minato's on Sumo's side in that he'd sleep around all day if he could. ]

He could probably light this stove too, if he were here... [ With his magic bs, though, so Minato looks around properly to see if he can find a match stick or something. ]

Some sort of match, or striker, or if we have to steal a lantern from somewhere, that'd work too. Or find Mako, I dunno.

Nah, you need to sleep, we need to get this done. We'll just find the damn thing. Since you're the one who knows what a fuckin striker looks like I nominate you to, uh-

You know what, you go for the pantry instead. Maybe the guy who can keep his hands still should be the one to light the fire. Just uh, toss out anything you find in there that looks like soup food.

[He gets to his knees and starts looking around the stove. If Minato does go to the pantry, Sumo will probably follow, looking like he's expecting something.]

[ That's something, coming from the guy who couldn't even feel his hands the first time Minato had spoken to him. But Minato has never been one to argue against direct orders, so he leaves the fire to Hank, turning to the pantry and whatever cabinets are around the kitchen and opens all of them up at once before looking to see what they have. ]

Sumo, [ he murmurs under his breath to the dog so Hank can't hear unless he's trying to. ] You pick out stuff you like too.

[ He leaves it at that, as if the dog can understand him, and then starts rooting around for potential soup food. Potatoes and carrots, what Koro had liked from the curry. Meat from unknown animal sources, although they're more like jerky instead of fresh cuts. No onions, because he remembers Hank telling him dogs can't eat onions. He finds some rice, though, and heaves the bag onto the counter- Barabas had said rice was fine. No salt or spices, because he'd been advised against that too. ]

[When the bag drops onto the counter Hank looks up at the stuff Minato found, standing up. The oven is lit, and he didn't even burn himself. So that's cool. There's pots under the old sink and Hank picks one up to rinse it out, already looking unhappy. ]

I guess there's no chance of finding uh, broth or bouillon cubes or something, huh? We'll just use water, uh- you finish washing this, I'll find a uh, a knife. A cutting board, all that jazz.

[He sounds distracted, and moves around the kitchen confidently, for all his bitching about having to survive off ghost-butler meals and raw fruit. Sumo, for his part, is more interested in following Minato around to sniff at whatever he picks up rather than finding anything on his own.]

[ Minato would rather not be on washing duty, because that means rolling his sleeves up so they don't get wet, and having those cuts all over his arms a clear reminder of his inability to be careful, but he does what he's told and works quickly- it doesn't really matter if things aren't clean if they're just going to be boiled right away, right? Cooking is so much easier if he could just microwave everything, or throw fruit and juice into a blender and call it a meal. ]

I still have one of the kitchen knifes from here, if you can't find one. For a cutting board... you can just wipe down the counter top and use that.

Uh, yeah.

[Hank glances over and frowns, jerked out of his unhappy cooking thoughts by the sight of Minato's arms.]

Shit, I forgot, water probably makes those sting doesn't it? I'll uh, I'll take care of it, you just sit down and try not to go to sleep yet. Can't go into, like, a two day coma thing without eating, I did that when we were all sick and it was hell to wake up to.

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[ Minato pulls a face, and shifts his body a little to block Hank off from the sink. No way, he was put on washing duty and he's going to finish the job. ]

I can handle it. I'm not entirely useless...

[ He doesn't like feeling useless- in a way, it's a lot worse than his stinging arms, which aren't going to scab over and heal if he keeps getting them wet, but he's stubborn in this matter and he's glad that Sumo's sticking by his heels still so Hank would have to get through the dog first if he wanted to pull Minato away from the basin.

Turns out Sumo does make a good guard dog. ]

What?

[Hank frowns, takes in the way Minato's shifted around, and gives himself a second to just rub the heel of his hand hard against an eye. Hangovers mornings should not ever be as busy as this morning's been.]

Where the fuck is this coming from? All I said was I bet doing that kind of hurts cause, you know. I bet it kind of does.

[ "It does, but it doesn't matter."

He bites his lip and shrugs, not moving where he stands and not pausing in his potato scrubbing either. ]

I'd rather help out, than sit around and do nothing. [ Even if it hurts. ] If you want to trade, I can take over cutting instead.

Fuck no you can't. The last thing this goddamn morning needs is for you to slice your fuckin hands open.

[With that Hank turns to frown down at the counter like the potato he's cutting is particularly disgusting. It's not, but. Whatever.]

Think you've earned a little doing nothing though, with all the... I don't know, whatever it was you were doing.

[ He has to pull a face at that, lips thinning and drawing back at 1) the implication of the inevitability that he's going to slice his hands open, and 2) the persistent feeling that he didn't do anything down there, not anything substantial that could have been done by anybody else, with all the numbers and people that they had down there. He'd come out of it exhausted and hurting, but the payoff? Some time spent with the group down there. """bonding""" time. precious moments he knows he should be grateful for and knows he'll feel grateful for once he sleeps and looks back on the whole experience, but as for now, he really doesn't feel anything for anything. ]

I'm going to do nothing for two straight days after this... Besides, you weren't doing nothing either. I saw your psa, remember?

What, like sitting on my ass talking at people counts as work?

[He looks down at the potato for a second before scooping the slices into the pot and reaching for another one.]

Besides, I can cook. I don’t, uh. I don’t like it that much but uh, I can do it. And you need fuel for your little two day coma, so, uh. Look, I’m the one who decided to feed you so uh, don’t worry about it too much, okay? You don’t have to do it for me.

You were talking about important stuff.

[ Presumably. Their conversation sort of veered straight off into tangents, but he'd like to believe Hank had productive conversations with everybody else.

The cuts on his arms are starting to open and weep, though, and he's not afraid to ingest a little dirt, so he pulls everything out from the basin of water after a soak and sets them on the counter for Hank to do his stuff, rolling his sleeves back down over damp arms. ]

Alright. I did my part, so I'll leave the rest to you. I'll go play with Sumo so we won't be in your way.

[ Sorry, Sumo, Minato's going to bury his arms in your fur so he can sap your warmth. ]

You’re not in my way.

[Hank frowns at him, wondering if that was meant to he a complaint about Hank telling him to sit down or not, whether they’re having one of those kind-of-arguments they seem to have sometimes. But he’s been a dick to enough people over the past couple of days. He’s kind of tired of it. So he drops it. For a couple seconds the only sounds are his chopping and Sumo snorting and shifting closer to Minato’s hands.]

You’re lucky you caught me after I already had company, y’know. Next time you don’t call first, I can’t promise I’ll have pants on.

[ It's the sort of "in your way" Minato feels any time he's anywhere without a reason, especially in a kitchen where people always seem to be bustling around and somebody just standing there is literally in the way of a hot pan or pot of boiling water. Him and a dog in the corner is much more up his alley, expression softening when all that's expected of him is to drape himself over Sumo's back and try not to fall asleep right there. ]

I did call you, though.

[ He was just also right outside the door when he called. ]

Oh yeah, that gave me tons of time to clean up and pretend to be decent.

[Hank looks over, opens his mouth to remind the kid not to fall asleep on Sumo - and then closes his mouth and turns to scoop the rest of the bullshit back into the pot, and put the pot on the stove. So what if he falls asleep? Kid probably needs it. He settles against the counter, arms crossed, and looks at Minato again.]

You just like taking people by surprise or what?

[ Sumo is warm and soft and rumbly when he breathes and it's hard not to all asleep- the only things keeping Minato awake are trying to focus on the conversation, and not wanting all Hank's efforts to go to waste if he ends up falling asleep and wakes up to a cold pot of soup. ]

Nah, I guess I'm just used to people ambushing me the moment I get out of bed, or step out for lunch break... I don't really care if you're decent or not, though. You don't need pants to cook soup.

[Hank huffs, amused.]

Not everyone thinks so. You should of seen Konoha when I answered the door in my boxers, it was the whole-

[He slaps a hand over his eyes for a second, miming flailing back.]

Like she saw something terrible. So. Pants are probably kind of important. Must he nice though, being able to just sleep without anyone ambushing you or tryin to wake you up. That sounds like a pain in the ass.

[ He breathes a laugh in Sumo's fur, muffled with the way his face is already half buried in it. Konoha's reaction is something he can see pretty clearly, and the acting is spot on. ]

That'd be nice, yeah. But you can always ignore phone calls and knocks on the door and stuff. If it's sleep, people tend to be understanding.

Depends on what you’re sleeping through.

[Hank watches them a moment. Sumo doesn’t move, just sits there, solid, totally willing to do double duty as a pillow. It’s- well, it just kind of seems like he would have gotten out of the habit after all this time, the habit of doing stuff like that. Guess not.]

Look, uh- I could probably just take this to your room once it’s done, and you can just have some next time you wake up.

[ That's true... The last time he fallen asleep when he wasn't supposed to, it was at school, it was nice at first but then people started screaming and he couldn't open his eyes and then

then he turned up here, in the temple. He opens his eyes and stares at Hank. ]

I'm awake enough now. Might not have the energy to wake up if I don't eat now... wasn't that the concern?

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