The streets were filled with fruits ripe for the picking. Lila noticed any and all contenders to her attention. They didn’t know it yet, but they were all in the running. 

In Wonderland, the view was deceptively bright. Lila would rather have choked on an imaginary spoon than continue looking at it. But she was stuck and until she found her way back to Paris, settling shop and buttering up the inhabitants of her new home would be her first priority.

Exhibit A: Lila plucked out one fruit from hundreds more loitering around the center. Relaxing her shoulders and putting on a smile, she sauntered towards her target, letting her eyes wander until she innocently blinked at the other’s footwear.

She was positively glowing with joy, teeth showing. Inside though? She might have already choked on that imaginary spoon.

“Hi! I can’t help but notice your shoes,” Lila cooed; her act a familiar tale, complete with a grin, enthusiastic and nice. “Where did you get that pair?”

"Well, ain't this a whole lot? I'm used to being in cityscapes since it's like being back home with all these buildings and all...but I wasn't expecting it to be so futuristic." Though Futuristic was an understatement with everything that there was to offer here. Her new 'Home' being in one of the most Cyber-punky areas didn't exactly help with her biases.

"Hmmm....even if I was to start investigating from the ground up, it's not like I know where to start."

Her friends, hurting just as much as she was, had been able to accept and move on. At least as far as she was concerned. Or perhaps, not at all. The girl had become reclusive, going through life’s motions and bumps simply because she had to. If everyone else was carrying out the wish of their leader... her best friend, she owed them to at least try to do the same. She felt disgusting, selfish even, for thinking about herself and her own feelings. They crept up from the crevices of her mind when she was alone, silence fostering the thoughts and regrets she tried so hard to push away. 

Yukari was so complex, she could barely handle it herself. Yet, she had to. She made a vow to reshape herself; be someone new for a change.

The crisp air outside the flower shop did little to improve her mood. She had wanted to pick up a fresh bouquet of flowers. Something to show her how beautiful life was. She sacrificed herself to show her that. Red carnations found their way into her dainty palms. Admiration and longing. Flower meanings escaped her at times, but this... this made sense. Shortly afterwards, they met the concrete, falling ever so delicately. Yukari had noted something out of place. Something...Someone that shouldn’t be here. No words could find their way out of her mouth. She simply stared, wind blowing gently through her hair.

No way... No way could this be real.