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[wantedly]

[ To anyone walking and wandering the streets of dear old Luceti, you may see a slightly peculiar sight today.

Saki balancing one (1) red apple on her nose, arms spread wide, as if anticipating every wrong move she knows she's going to make. Her steps are filled with swagger hesitance, because she doesn't want to drop the poor, defenseless fruit.

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[fujoshiqueen]

[That is definitely an odd sight. But something about this girl is very familiar...

...oh!]

Saki-chan?

[wantedly]

[ ...this is an oddly familiar voice, one that she can clearly label back to her home land, but the face just... isn't coming to her.

So, with great grace, Saki lifts the apple off her nose, and looks over at the other. She can recognize the face, but again, the name takes a little while. ]

... Erika..?

[fujoshiqueen]

[Oh, it is her! Still, Erika quickly apologizes.]

Ah, I'm sorry! You didn't have to stop!

[wantedly]

No worries!

[ Quickly, she grins, regaining that quirk in her smile. She hasn't done anything wrong by existing, so why is she so on edge? ]

It wasn't particularly important, anyway.

[fujoshiqueen]

Ah, but you were working so hard! [As long as Saki insists, though, she won't dwell on it too long. She smiles at her.] It's good to see you.