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Seiichirou didn’t really cook. He could do simple meals but usually after work he tended to be too tired to really do anything but go to sleep, directly without doing much else than mandatory night routines. Therefore his groceries consisted less of food and more other daily necessities. He’d store as efficiently as he was able considering price, quality and quantity, making about one to two trips in a week, often looking for sale items. 

He’d been surprised to find a familiar laundry powder and for sale no less! He remembered he used to get it back at Japan. Aimlessly he’s about to reach to it when his hand suddenly bumps another. 

“ ....oh. “ 

Initially surprised then flashing his business smile. It seems they both want the same thing. It’s a bit of a shame - it’s the last bottle but he can always pick another. 

Odd things from Yggdrasil’s home in the skies always seem to find their way to Spirale. Making rounds through Tempus Museum’s galleries, she occasionally passes a few art-pieces of familiar subjects; she sees a great model of a ghastly airship with an eerie smile formed by missing chunks of its envelope, an illustrated storybook detailing the tumultuous romance between two travelers (she pockets this one— not to steal, but to inquire if copies are sold), and a few other recognizable things.

As she enters another exhibit, Yggdrasil wonders if all of the works on display reference other worlds. Others’ homes. There are so many depictions that are fantastical even to her. Perhaps this place could be considered a catalogue of other histories that she may otherwise never come to know.