[Knock knock knock, Miwako. Minato's at your door in blue flannel pyjama pants and a white shirt, looking rather bedraggled and half-asleep. No shoes, either, or mp3 player; it seems like he had to leave in a hurry. May he come in?]
[First things first. Fuck all of you that didn't tell him that there was free housing outside the Mall. He would've liked to have known that before blowing thousands of yen he couldn't afford on housing.
Second thing? These places are nice. Today, he's fiddling with a stereo he picked up in the Mall, thoughtfully not playing it at his usual ear-bleeding volume as he twiddles the knob to some decent electronica. He plops back on his bed, covering his hand as he yawns, before an idea occurs to him. A thought, really. He speaks up, wondering if his roommate is even still here.]
...Minato?
[The front door's open, so if you wanted to bother him or his redhead alternate? Now would be the time.]
(ooc: sheismortal rooms with Minato now, so she'll be replying to some posts as well, if she wants!)