Uh...somewhere in front of you, I think. [It says something about Minato's level of inebriation that he manages to stumble on his feet even being supported by Yu as he points vaguely at what he thinks is supposed to be the Residential District.

Even that's an improvement over his condition just fifteen minutes before this, bent over a sink and throwing up what feels strongly of bad ideas and regrets about downing too much alcohol at once. Drying his clothes had turned out to be a bust too, and the night air is just cold enough to make him sneeze.]

Thanks for walking me back...and to think I invited you to enjoy yourself, Narukami-san.