I have no idea if you'll be able to receive any communication by the time you reach the planet. If not, I suppose you'll just have a lot of backlog to read through.
[Attached is a picture of Minato doing a cutesy pose (with a completely straight face) with Charlotte on his shoulder, looking as pleased with herself as a bat can look.]
7/24;
Everything's still functional around here.
[A picture of Minato from a high angle on his bed, where Charlotte is sitting on his chest. He's wearing his crop top sweater again.]
7/25;
It's very boring without you here.
[Charlotte is perched on his head. He looks quietly amused.]
7/26;
Thoughts?
[It's a picture of Minato sitting very regally in a maid uniform on his bed, skirt fanned out around him. He even has his hair drawn into two tiny pigtails with ribbon for some reason?? A soft, sort of sly smile is across Minato's face, eyes half lidded, and there are flashes of visible thigh and ruffles that immediately draw the eye. It's a rather well taken picture, seemingly done by someone else, considering both of Minato's hands are visible in the photo, grasping his skirt gently.]
7/27;
[He'd made a mistake. A very big mistake. He was afraid to talk about it yet, anxious — but he knew he'd be confronted about it eventually. Just... he wouldn't bother saying anything just yet. Minato would wait for Alucard to come back.
God, he should've known drinking would lead to awful, terrible decisions.]
Pumpkin and Charlotte are becoming friends.
[A shot of Charlotte fluttering around Pumpkin, who is seemingly mid-bark.]
7/28;
I think you're supposed to come back today? See you then.
[It hadn't been the picture he'd intended to take, but while he'd been posing Charlotte had started to snuffle right into his ear, where he was ticklish, making him laugh. What he caught was a somewhat candid moment of him softly laughing, eyes closed, and he'd ended up sending it because, y'know, why not.
God he hopes all of these messages just end up never getting to him. Never drink, everyone.]
received upon arrival back to the station
I have no idea if you'll be able to receive any communication by the time you reach the planet. If not, I suppose you'll just have a lot of backlog to read through.
[Attached is a picture of Minato doing a cutesy pose (with a completely straight face) with Charlotte on his shoulder, looking as pleased with herself as a bat can look.]
7/24;
Everything's still functional around here.
[A picture of Minato from a high angle on his bed, where Charlotte is sitting on his chest. He's wearing his crop top sweater again.]
7/25;
It's very boring without you here.
[Charlotte is perched on his head. He looks quietly amused.]
7/26;
Thoughts?
[It's a picture of Minato sitting very regally in a maid uniform on his bed, skirt fanned out around him. He even has his hair drawn into two tiny pigtails with ribbon for some reason?? A soft, sort of sly smile is across Minato's face, eyes half lidded, and there are flashes of visible thigh and ruffles that immediately draw the eye. It's a rather well taken picture, seemingly done by someone else, considering both of Minato's hands are visible in the photo, grasping his skirt gently.]
7/27;
[He'd made a mistake. A very big mistake. He was afraid to talk about it yet, anxious — but he knew he'd be confronted about it eventually. Just... he wouldn't bother saying anything just yet. Minato would wait for Alucard to come back.
God, he should've known drinking would lead to awful, terrible decisions.]
Pumpkin and Charlotte are becoming friends.
[A shot of Charlotte fluttering around Pumpkin, who is seemingly mid-bark.]
7/28;
I think you're supposed to come back today? See you then.
[It hadn't been the picture he'd intended to take, but while he'd been posing Charlotte had started to snuffle right into his ear, where he was ticklish, making him laugh. What he caught was a somewhat candid moment of him softly laughing, eyes closed, and he'd ended up sending it because, y'know, why not.
God he hopes all of these messages just end up never getting to him. Never drink, everyone.]