At the mention of everyone getting together and sitting down, Minato promptly took a seat at the chosen table. He unbound his notebook and pulled out the pen he had left resting in the binding, before flipping to a crisp, new page. The book was full of poetry and prose; quotes and little quirks Minato wrote down. He was a quieter character anyways, most conversation ended up in his notebook rather than coming out of his mouth. His crazy outfit sure didn't match his laid-back personality, but that was fine with him. So long as he was happy first, Minato didn't have a problem with anything.
The brunette looked around, studying the faces in the room. The atmosphere was certainly different compared to the days of training the new hosts, alike to himself, had to undergo. Minato was completely new to the academy itself, as he had only moved in on the first day of training during the break. There was no real question in him being accepted into the school. He was a fine artist, in both visual and literature aspects. His parents had money, and so he was permitted to attend the school. Minato's home life was unexciting. He had spent most of his time alone in a giant mansion with no one but the serves to keep him company. Yes, his family had money. He was a rich kid; what a surprise. Having seen the same thing everyday, Minato learned to appreciate the beauty in new things, in new environments; and in the most unlikely of places. Many who had evaluated his poetry, art, or prose said that was why his work was so unique and captivating. Minato enjoyed good reviews.
Sitting back in the chair, Minato allowed his eyes to continue to wander over the different people mingling and what not in the room. He was content with simply sitting and listening to everyone else.
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