"It'll be fine," he attempts to protest but it's too late, and he endures the fussing reluctantly until she's done. Backing a step or two away from his fiendish sister, Minato gives her a look and runs his fingers through his bangs in an attempt to straighten them out. He is now convinced that the years have done nothing to diminish his sister's weirdness.

"Hang the towel there," he grumbles, pointing to the bathroom door. If she's going to take it, it's her responsibility now. Besides, he needs to adjust to suddenly having someone to poke at him like this. Not that he minds exactly. It's just... different. He thinks maybe it's even pretty nice. Even the messed up hair.