SENT TO: Tristan ( @euphonis ) SENT FROM: Azura

Trees that seemingly have no end to them make it hard to see anything along with the light fog that seems to cover the area in a blanket. He'd texted Futaba earlier and had gotten a lead as to where she was, but with obstacles such as these, it would prove difficult to get to her as fast as he wanted to. To be thrust into this wooded area...is a bit uncomfortable and any other time he'd have probably stopped to admire the various flora and fauna that grew from the trees and the ground beneath him. This was not the time to admire his surroundings though and so he brings out his cellphone, casting a light forward as he began his trek.

Soon enough, there is a silhouette he can see in the distance, which steadily comes closer. While not armed, Yusuke opts not to hide and instead see if they mean to do him any harm. Much to his surprise, it's someone that he happens to be familiar with. "Ah...it's you." He says, clearly surprised yet relieved all the same.

                ██ :「 ▲ 」⋯ Buying a simple guitar with the small amount of money she had earned was not difficult, but performing in front of others certainly was a challenge. A lack of confidence in her, what she believed to be mediocre, skills was the cause of her jittery nerves. Jirou wanted nothing more than to fiddle around with her earphone jacks, a habit she developed to ease her strain during stressful situations. It was her father’s words that prevented her from doing it. All she had to do was fool herself into believing she was confident, and the rest would follow through. According to him anyway. 

                                 ‘Deep breaths –– and here we go.’

Ever since first arriving to this world, he had long since made the promise to himself to not become directly involved with any servants if he could help it, but especially those who were part of the Knights of the Round Table. It's a bit of a touchy subject and he'd rather not cause any confusion for the Arturia Pendragon that is sure to exist in this universe as well. And he'd very much intended to keep that promise, but it's too bad that not even his hood can hide him from the ever so watchful eyes of a certain red haired man. Arthur tries his best in not making a fuss, to just pass by without anything being said between the two of them. It's Tristan who initiates conversation, which makes it harder than it needs to be.

gawain even being mentioned is questionable…

“Still here, are you?” How fortunate yet sad at the same time. “I do hope that you missed me a little bit.” He had disappeared so suddenly after all and without word. Yet here he stands again, with the same red wig in his hand and a wooden sword at his side, smiling at Tristan all the while. Nothing has changed, but everything seems so different. Surely much time has passed since they had last seen one another. “Ah...oh.” As he had done once before, he holds the long-haired red wig out towards the other to take. It was still as poorly made as it had been the first time. “Consider it a gift.” He doesn't want it.