Sasha was bouncing impatiently. She had sent Zakura a text at least twice, and yet the girl still wasn't here. She'd promised to help out....and Sasha knew Zakura didn't need the extra credit; neither of them did...this was something Sasha was heading, and Zakura had that creative eye for detail that Sasha lacked. Not that she didn't try, but she wasn't as good as Zakura, and this booth needed to look great. They still had plenty of time to assemble things, but Sasha didn't want to find out they needed more streamers, or other such decorations the day before the festival started. By then, things would be impossible to find!<br/><br/>All these thoughts were running through her mind as Sasha paced around the booth. Her heals clicked on the pavement and she twirled her fingers restlessly around the end of her braid. It trailed over her shoulder while she paced and bounced lightly as she started to jump in her restlessness.<br/>"Zakura..." Sasha grumbled. "Where are you?" She whispered to herself, wandering over to the table, she reached for her bag. Ruffling through it, she found her phone and immediately dialed her friend's number.<br/><br/>Not long after three dial tones, she heard her friend's phone ringing just behind her. Turning sharply, Sasha grinned.<br/>"What took you so long?!" Sasha demanded. "I've been here for hours! And you just now answered my text!" Sasha claimed.<br/>"My phone was off during class." Zakura answered simply. She tossed her bag over her shoulder, grinning softly at her friend. "Sometimes I don't get messages right away."<br/>"You need to upgrade that dinasour." Sasha muttered. "You should be receiving messages at lightening speed! That way you can help your friends in distress when they need it! Where were you? Half way across the District?" Sasha asked, her mind always running at a thousand miles an hour.<br/>"Those new phones never last long..." Zakura murmured quietly, rubbing her gloved hands together as Sasha began opening boxes for her to see the supplies they had to work with. "And I was in my dorm...but there was a crime scene being investigate right in the short cut so I--"<br/><br/>"Wait there was what?!" Sasha asked, nearly dropping the box of string lights in her hand. Zakura caught them and stared at her friends astonished face.<br/>"A crime scene investigation...." Zakura answered quietly.<br/>"What kind of investigation?" Sasha asked.<br/>"I don't know....it seemed serious." Zakura said. "There was blood all over the place."<br/>"Was it a murder?" Sasha whispered. "Were there Judgement there or Anti-skill?" She asked again.<br/>"Sasha, honestly I don't know." Zakura said, putting the boxes back down on their booth's table. "I only saw flashes of things." She added before a small chill ran down her spine. Sasha frowned at her friend, and watched as the red-head glanced over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Just down the ways, two people were arguing, and one had a strange contraption on their arm.<br/>"Weird..." Zakura muttered.<br/>"What?" Sasha asked.<br/>"That thing on the kids arm. I don't think I ever seen something like that." Zakura explained.<br/>"Hmm..." Sasha noted, nodding in agreement. "Whatever. Speaking of new things, have you heard about the new stuff they're going to be introducing during the festival?" Sasha asked. "And should we dangle the lights off the edge of the table?"<br/>"Yes I heard about it," Zakura murmured. "And yes. They'll attract more attention then if we wrap them around the legs or something." She added, shaking her head. Though every now and then, she was glancing over her shoulder at the boy and girl, keeping them in her eyes though she wasn't sure what was worrying her really.<br/><br/>Sasha went on the tell her about her day, that classes were getting only easier. And that next year was going to be impossible without Zakura. To this, the shy girl blushed and shook her head.<br/>"You were fine without me last year, you'll be fine without me next year." Zakura promised, shaking her head again.<br/>"Well this year is different from last year." Sasha protested. "Though hopefully my application for a Judgement Position will be accepted this year so I'll be keeping busy."<br/>"Exactly." Zakura murmured, passing her arm over her forehead to brush away the sweat from moving about all the boxes and hanging up decorations while she glanced over her shoulder again.