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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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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?

[Hank sighs, smiling very faintly, and shakes his head.]

Well, it sure fuckin is now. Why do you always do that? Come on, sit at a table like a real boy so you’ll stay up, Sumo’s too comfortable. Depending on uh, how raw you like your veggies, it should be done soon. I guess. Fuck if I know how woodstoves work.

[ Gnawing on raw veggies will help keep him awake, so it's hard to go wrong. Minato pushes off his knees to get back to his feet, although he keeps a hand on Sumo's back at all times as he coaxes the dog to come with him to the table, be it to steady himself as he walks or maybe he just really likes the warmth.

To the dog: ] Good boy... I'll slip you some carrots.

You know what the good thing about soup is? You can ladle out a bowl and keep cooking the rest, and somewhere along the way you'll reach the right consistency.

Was that you tryin to sneak some early? Fuck no, I never let-

[Hank stops, runs his tongue over his teeth, and takes a deep breath, pursing his lips at the floor.]

I never used to let anyone do that and you're not gonna do it now. If I'm cooking it, it's getting cooked.

[He heads to the pantry, digging around for a few seconds before coming out with a half empty bottle of that wine they serve at dinner. He's not going to drink it, not with Minato right there, but it was good to look away from the cozy little scene for long enough to find it, it's good to just hold it, and it'll taste good in the soup - or at least, it'll taste a little less shitty than putting nothing but water in there.]

[ Food is food and it doesn't have to be perfect, just edible... but maybe Minato's standards are just low to nonexistent, because he's happy just getting food in the first place. He lays his head on the table so that his cheek rests against the wood and he can watch Hank sideways- ]

Cooking wine? Isn't that for meat...?

[ He's already half asleep? he's going to be fully asleep in two seconds if that gets poured into the soup. ]

Fuck if I know. It's not cooking wine anyway, it's that stuff they give us, you know. Sometimes you can find some in the pantry.

[He looks over at Minato and grimaces, kind of wishing he hadn't tossed in that last part.]

Hey, you got any suggestions to make it not taste like boiled water, be my guest.

[ Drinking wine, then.

But Minato has no suggestions for Hank because he's ASLEEP. Right there, sprawled out on the table, with his arm as a pillow and the worst slouch imaginable- his neck and back are going to kill him when he wakes up in 2 days. ]

[Hank actually does a double take. Then he sighs and, after a moment, realizes he's smiling. The smile fades as he walks closer to the table, raises his hands, takes a breath-

Shit. He'd better not touch the kid, right? Not with what's going through his mind right now. It's been years since he cooked for anyone. About the same time since he put someone to bed like this.

Hank grimaces at Sumo for a moment. Sumo, disappointingly, has no answers.

Hank slides his arms under Minato, slow and cautious, ready to jerk away if he wakes up. Maybe if he's lucky this magic shit doesn't turn on if the other guy's asleep - or if it does, maybe it'll only give the kid bad dreams.

Really bad dreams. Fuck, it'd only last as long as it took to get Minato to his room though, right? Hank tries to hurry.

Putting a blanket over the kid is a little too- it'd be too much. He doesn't do that. He does just kind of dump him on the bed and run. But he comes back a while later to leave the soup and a bowl and spoon, hopefully where the kid will see it and not knock it over the next time he half-wakes up, because no one can sleep straight through two whole days. But- yeah. Yeah, that's enough. Minato will be fine. Hank will check on him or- or some shit, maybe, it doesn't matter. Hank sets the pot and bowl and spoon down, glances at the kid one more time, and leaves, leaving the door a little open for Koro behind him.]

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