All things bright and beautiful

     There is something...Strange, about the world he’s found himself in. It feels, as much a dream as he is, and he is not used to it, he is used to feeling like a thought, an idea within the greater context of reality, but this reality feels as frail as he; as ephemeral.

How eerie a feeling.

A hand curls against his own chest, eyes fluttering closed. Somewhere out there, something resonates, something is...Different. And yet, it thrums against him all the same, yes, there is a wildcard here, multiples, he can’t possibly seek them all out.

He wanders the sidewalks like a ghost, neither seeming to notice or be noticed by anyone who’s heart does not sing persona. They are not what he is here to investigate. It brings him instead, to a building, it is a rather large place, impressively so.

No, not yet, but...

     There.

He turns, looking upwards at the boy who is, he can only assume, returning from somewhere, clad so in black, hands heavy as they are with rings and jewelry. For a moment, Minato simply stares, and then he reaches out to grasp the edge of the other’s shirt as he passes, his fingers are delicate against the sea of dark, less to hold in place, and more merely to grab attention.

“...You”      Messiah sighs within the confines of his chest, and for a moment, he feels his ribs may become as if a floodgate; so many tears. What has become of this world, what has become of this wildcard?

“I can’t say I’m not a touchy guy myself. But I think my wife would be upset if I bridal style carried someone up the diner stairs.”

Well, most likely not but he’d rather not chance that. But the name is filed away for later thoughts. Poor guy had someone and now not much of anyone huh? He can feel that shift, smell the sadness that lingers just a moment before the diner assaults his senses.

Sitting down was comfortable, and he just gives a cursory glance around. It’s far more american inspired than he’d have imagined, even the bike that greeted him seems a little extra. Then again, some american diners too were just like that.

It seems like a good place to study. That thought makes him blink, as he’s never needed or had an inclination to go to school. Weird.

The menu makes him wonder for a moment, before checking his phone is capable of payments. Hopefully they took that. Another glance showed an enticing picture of a hamburg set. He has to keep himself from drooling just a bit so he doesn’t embarrass himself further than getting his own ass handed to him.

“I think the pictures are good enough. You pick whatever okay? Seriously, you’re stick and bones. Ethereal or not, choose something filling. Like I said, on me.”

     “It’s okay, I can handle these stairs. It’s just a set. If there were many however, I would likely need to sit for a moment” he confesses.

Minato had people once, yes, he’d had Akihiko, and Aigis, and... His chest twists a little, it’s funny, the one who isn’t gone somehow feels furthest from him, he isn’t the same anymore.

A brief nod of the head. “Mhm, tell me if you do need help.”

He flips the menu open, oh? There’s a special on Salisbury steak, that sounds excellent. “Thank you--I really appreciate it” and he really truly does, he spends a lot of time drinking calorie drinks and eating calorie bars and the like, but it’s nice just to eat real food until he’s comfortably full.