Isana folded her arms, "Not when you seem perfectly fine. I'll let you punch me in the face if that's what you want." That was obviously not what he wanted or expected; most of the time she would end up paying for lunch or other little bites at the shops they passed by as her apology, but this has happened one time too many.<br/><br/>Her head snapped snapped towards the entrance as she detected something moving. Well of course it was something, this was a public area.<span style="font-style: italic">Wrong</span>, what she saw was not what she sensed. While there was nothing to be seen at a the spot she was looking at, the fact that there were no nitrogen particles in that large of a space, was rather strange enough to warrant her attention. She turned back to Sato as though nothing had happened, "Did you seriously forget your wallet again?" She sighed in mock disappointment.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Touka wondered,<span style="font-style: italic">should they organize yet another squad meet outside again after... What was it? Six months?</span>She tilted her head to the side in a resigned manner, rubbed her neck as though it was sore when she thought she recognized someone who was walking towards her. No, it was not some long-forgotten classmate or anything of the sort, just an overreaction on her part.<br/><br/>She arrived outside the arcade and was it a shock to her that it stood to this day. The same name, the signboard was swapped out for a holographic signboard though. It also looked like it had gone through some major renovations over the past few years. Thinking about it made her feel that she was no longer as young as she was.