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Cherry:
After seeing Tsubasa off, Yugure embarked toward the restaurant of the Forest - where Haruka and she had their first date. The time for pleasant memories wasn't now, and she didn't exactly come here to relax. Recruiting a hero had been successful, next was Satoshi. She would use this evening to gauge him, seeing if he was sound enough to help them directly. That, and she knew getting back in touch with her friends was a must. Haruka was another matter entirely she wanted to approach with a more... open mindset.

"I missed you." Was sent to Haruka. It was so, so late, and it didn't even register in her mind to give him that like she should have. The girl didn't know how to make it sincere either, how to make it sound like she really missed him more than anyone else.

Yugure was directed to Satoshi's table upon arrival.

Beryl:
Satoshi looked up from drumming his fingers together and gave the best smile he could, which was admittedly a lot weaker than he would've accepted in the past. It was good to see Yukino again, although she was a lot more...it was hard to describe. The first word that came to his head was "rigid." She definitely had the stature of a soldier fully engaged in a mission, which made sense as far as he could tell. But it also felt, based on his prior experiences with her that he could recall, very distant, and honestly a bit off-putting. Still, there she was, seated in front of him.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" He gestured at the menu. "Order whatever you'd like, it's on me tonight."

Cherry:
Yugure gazed at her beaming friend for a moment, then sat down after a short contemplation. "It has been awhile", the soldier echoed, skimming through the menu for a particular dish. The same meal she had ordered back on her first date was still here, and it made her happy. A content sigh, it was closed, then placed down quickly. Focus was back on the farmboy - member of the "triad" formulated by a distant memory. Hopefully, that wouldn't lead her to bias.

"Has the year been good to you?" The woman inquired, making conversation.

Beryl:
The responses sounded almost robotic. It wasn't at all what he was expecting. So, maybe saying at least something a little bit deeper would change things. His year was...

Satoshi shook his head. "If I'm being honest, despite the fact that I found good work in America for a year while I was away, despite becoming the face of their agriculture and natural products, despite getting paid numerous sponsorships and somehow becoming wealthier than my wildest dreams..." He looked up at her, chin in his hand. "It kind of sucked." He shook his head again. "I spent so long away from my friends and everyone else because I wanted to get away. I wanted to stop thinking about Cray and all of those problems. Self-imposed exile. It..." He lost himself in thought for a moment, then nodded, affirming what he wanted to say next was correct. "It only half-worked. I got to stop thinking about things like that, but it also put me away from people I cared about deliberately. I didn't message anyone over the summer, and my phone never buzzed except for an ad job. It was like I was a completely different person who wasn't even Satoshi Kurosaki."

He leaned in a little. "Now that I've been back, I've noticed a lot of things, and one of the most significant is that while I was away, people moved on. Anything that used to bug us, used to be part of our lives, things we got recognized for...none of the ones who were regarded for it want to remember it. Seifer, for example." He sipped a bit of chardonnay. "Personally, when I look at things, I didn't either, but it was the only point of contact I could bring to try and converse with him once. Didn't work out at all the way I expected, but I guess that's because I've been away for a while."

He closed his eyes, letting the taste of the chardonnay settle a little more in his mouth as he considered this point. Seifer did seem at the very least wanting to try to be friends, and did give him his number, but it was a bit debatable as to whether they were able to be close in any capacity.

Satoshi sighed, remembering what else he had to say. "On top of that...Haruka and Hana..." He shook his head, correcting himself. "Haruka and Isabella, sorry. Both of them seem to have moved on with their lives rather smoothly as well. It's good for them, but it's an end that feels so...how do I put this..." He scratched his head. "Sudden? It's not that I don't think we could still be friends, but the closeness that I remember, that we all sort of developed is just..." He made a gesture with his hands that mimicked an explosion. "Gone."

He leaned back a bit. "So, yeah. Overall, my year's been a mixed bag where my fortune in business doesn't really match the friendships I used to have and want to have again. It's all kind of worthless if you have no one to share the fortune with, y'know?..."

Admittedly, he wasn't expecting much of a true response to all of this from Yukino. Despite how she chose to handle their last heart-to-heart, a lot more accomodating and gentle, she seemed much more as though she had a plan, as if he was getting observed for something. He didn't want to assume anything, but the curtness of her responses felt very detached to what he was used to.

Cherry:
"Don't let the chains of the past weigh you down", was almost an immediate response. At the same time, it was heinously hypocritical coming from her of all people. She learned that trying to move on toward the future instead of living in a time that's gone was more beneficial. Mind you, she could relate to the idea of not wanting to let go of it that easily. That wasn't the entire point anyway. Maybe it was her imagination, but people confused her when it came to fortune. As a pampered queen, she still worked and showed off her effort, while still flaunting cash back in the gross days of her endlessly inflating ego. The woman didn't recall sharing said fortune with anyone but family, and didn't feel the same remorse.

Though, it isn't exactly the same case. She had family, which was more than zero people regardless.

"The way you make your time in America sound... You were living two lives, and contact with friends came with the life you stopped living."

Yugure was in no place to speak as if she were a consular. These were just her honest views of his words, not sure what to really do with them for a normal conversation. Why did she ask if she had no coherent answer, but advice? ... Or did he actually want advice? Ugh. Interacting with people normally instead of conjuring up war strategies wasn't this hard before. She gave a visibly annoyed scowl while lightly facepalming.

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