[ Laughter sounds from behind him, soft and full of delight if Minato can hear it through those headphones of his. Ryoji picks his way towards the stream, careful to follow the bent grass up until footprints become a smear of a fall. He pauses there for all but a second before his shoes and socks come off, and he jumps right in, joining Minato in the water with a tentative wiggle of his toes and a widening smile as he picks his feet out of the water and splashes Minato's knees. ]
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It's cold.
[ He says it like this is important, somehow. ]