She could feel his judgemental gaze even while her back was turned towards him. She had avoided him as best as she could. Yet he now chose to show up at her slice of paradise.

Taking a seat opposite him, she fixed him with a glare. Arms crossed, the pout on her lips grew more and more pronounced.

@swallowcutter

One of the advantages of being a machine was being blessed with a wealth of information. If she did not understand something, a whirring of gears and a check of her data banks quickly resolved the issue. However, knowing something paled in comparison to actually experiencing it. But coming from a world scarce of humans, there was little she could experience in the first place. She treasured what she could, at least. But here, things were different. Here, she could meet a samurai!  Her excitement could not be contained once her initial scan of his clothes ad weapons had been completed.

 “Incredible... a swordmaster, in this day and age. Seto would have loved to have met you.” After she had explained what he was, of course. But all boys loved big guys who fought with sharp weapons, right?

     The weather tended to be particularly warm in the sixth sector, no matter the weather in other districts of the city, making it perfect yukata weather in the spring temperatures. There was a large amount of Japanese in the city, and despite the wide variety of culture and clothing, he felt comfortable outside in his traditional wear. It wasn’t uncommon to see others dressed similar to himself.

     For Kiritsugu, there was a calmness associated with Japan, a return to the country or traditions a way for him to feel more at home. He found this still fact as he ventured into a large park, and happened upon a man with long, purple hair tied back and donning attire like samurai from the Edo period. He was alone, enjoying the peace of early morning with a cup of green tea.

     He stopped beside him, arms folded inside his sleeves, presence as friendly as he could manage.

     “Do you mind if I join you?”

Young as she may be, Connie still knew how to pack a punch even with her small frame. At least, as much a punch as Pearl taught her. She wasn't too far into the lessons, but she certainly was at a point where she needed to practice. Swinging her sword at a tree to test speed, the weapon flung out of her grip and almost hit a nearby person.

This whole day and night coming at unknown rates sure was messing with her sleep even more than usual. Finding herself on a park bench at the break of dawn, she just frowned, rubbing at her eyes. She knew only about an hour had passed, and it was only mid afternoon when she fell asleep. Quite frankly she wished she took her month long hibernation now. Sighing, she stood up and fished in her bag for her console, pulling it out and immediately focusing on the game in her hands.

After a few minutes of walking, focus entirely drawn to the device in her hands, she bumped into someone on the sidewalk. Game dropping from her hands, she quickly snatched it again before it hit the ground, breathing out a breath.

“Nice save...” Was mumbled under the breath before she looked up at who she’d run into.

Besides those small tid bits she would be concerning herself with, there was only one thing on her mind, Assassin. Where was that big doof she had no idea. She had strictly remember telling him he had to come, it was an absolute must. As the Saber was constantly dragging him to one event to another, this one would be no exception.

Her eyes would keep scanning the area as she moved around looking high and low. That is until she finally spotted that long purple hair man that she had been searching for. Trotting her way over to where he was at, and once getting close enough, a hand would raise up a little bit to grab the long purple hair to give it a couple of tugs.

“ I looked high and low for you, you know! “ She’d state as she gave his hair a couple more tugs before releasing it finally. Weren’t friends supposed to wait for each other? Well it didn’t really matter much now, especially since well, food and alcohol to her was a little bit more important. Her thought process was basically going food first then maybe dancing later.

“ Is there really good food here? Oh! What about alcohol?! It’s not a good fun event unless there’s some good alcohol you know! “

<<’Happiness without license, anguish without injury’... oh?>>