[ Aaaaaaand a collapse. Damn. Almost had something there. There's just the faintest exhale of a sigh, then rising and walking away. The sounds of an electric kettle. Probably just coffee again. It's a decently stretched silence that can be filled with whatever assumption Minato pleases. Another adult bailing when there's no response, or someone just as tired as him finally losing motivation, or maybe even risk thinking positively for two seconds and that he won the small debate. For whatever a given measure of 'debate' this would be.

But at the end of those long minutes, the cup is placed in front of the depressed kid. Smells of those rose teas that bratty one with the ponytail likes for headaches. It's relaxing and apologetic all at once. ]

If you're that adamant, then fine. Do what you want. But if you keep it up, others will get on your case. And humans can be a bit dense at understanding others. [ The tone implies it's putting it incredibly lightly, all the implication of an insult that's never put into words. Once the only hand is free, the paper with the classes is swiped from Minato's sight. Crushed. Tossed into the garbage can from way too far, with all the ease and horror of someone who probably had a sports scholarship. ] Might wanna start braving energy drinks.