[Slowly, Minato's gaze trails down to where he's holding Akira's wrist. He is... doing that. For some reason. Why....
His gaze shifts from Akira's wrist to his face, and then to the doll, and back outside.
He had to be going outside, right? That's...where he looks like he was going. But he has no idea why, or for what purpose. There must be something though. If he grabbed Akira's wrist, he had to be pretty desperate, because he is very much a personal space kind of guy.
A beat.
And another.
And finally his brow just furrows, and he tugs at Akira's wrist again, a sharper tug to hopefully get him off balance just enough to tug him out through the door. It's almost like a kneejerk action, stemming from a desire to protect someone else--because he still has no idea why he did it, he just knew that he felt like he absolutely should.
(Even though he's still standing there a few paces away from the door, expression puzzled.)]
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His gaze shifts from Akira's wrist to his face, and then to the doll, and back outside.
He had to be going outside, right? That's...where he looks like he was going. But he has no idea why, or for what purpose. There must be something though. If he grabbed Akira's wrist, he had to be pretty desperate, because he is very much a personal space kind of guy.
A beat.
And another.
And finally his brow just furrows, and he tugs at Akira's wrist again, a sharper tug to hopefully get him off balance just enough to tug him out through the door. It's almost like a kneejerk action, stemming from a desire to protect someone else--because he still has no idea why he did it, he just knew that he felt like he absolutely should.
(Even though he's still standing there a few paces away from the door, expression puzzled.)]