[Neither of the names rang any bells, so he simply nods at Minato's answer. He remains standing, already fighting off the dizziness that had hit him earlier.
Despite trying not to be too hopeful (or too desperate), he cranes his neck to see if there is anything resembling a protein drink in the refrigerator.
He considers asking about Labrys, but refrains; it'd probably pique Minato's curiosity and get him dragged into something. TV people were still bystanders.]
You should probably make something for yourself. [To make up for that junk food...]
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Despite trying not to be too hopeful (or too desperate), he cranes his neck to see if there is anything resembling a protein drink in the refrigerator.
He considers asking about Labrys, but refrains; it'd probably pique Minato's curiosity and get him dragged into something. TV people were still bystanders.]
You should probably make something for yourself. [To make up for that junk food...]