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Wouldn't it be a great story to tell everyone, if we could remember this place? Studying abroad in another world, full of magic and creatures straight out of fairy tales.

[He tries to make light of their situation, but he was still feeling pretty down about it all. He sighs.] There are some things that are familiar here, but it's just not the same as home.

No one would believe us if we did, Naruhodou.

[ He reaches over to try and take his hand again at that, finally. ]

Well what if we somehow find a way to bring back proof? [He feels Asougi's hand trying to coerce his hand out of his pocket. He'll gladly do so to hold his hand again without any complaints, honestly happy his friend was in a better mood now.]

. . .I'd like to at least come home with the knowledge that you're alive. [He glances up to Asougi. Their reunion hasn't exactly happened yet, at least for Naruhodou.]

. . . I'd like that too, at the very least.

[ He meets Naruhodou's gaze for a moment before glancing aside. ]

[He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, leaning into his friend.] . . . .well, at least it's a little less than a year and not two when I find out. You're not even in Great Britain yet for me. [He shakes his head.] It's strange how all of this works. . .

No, I'm not. But I will be. [ He sighs. ] . . . you're not wrong about that.

There has to be a way. How is it that we can sometimes remember being here when we come back from home, but not the other way around? [He scratches his head.] Maybe the Aretheis? But I've only ever seen them bring stuff from home to here.

You'd know better than me, I would imagine.

[ It's not something he's thought about too deeply. He's forgotten enough in his life; it's depressing to eventually add more to that pile. ]

Yea, but there are people who have been here even longer than me that haven't figure this out. I don't know what hasn't been tried or suggested yet at this point. [His nose twitches, picking up the scents coming from the marketplace as they exit the park]

. . .Maybe something will come while I make dinner tonight. [It won't.]

And what is it that you're looking for here, exactly?

[ It's not the smoothest subject change he's ever done, but the marketplace is a welcome distraction. ]

Fish! [He's quick to say that, as if he had been making sure to remember that the particular item the most.] Oh, and a few other stuff like vegetables, eggs and seasoning. I think we're low on milk too. [...Probably should have put together a list.]

Did you write everything down before leaving, or are you just relying on your memory?

[ He seems slightly skeptical, raising an eyebrow as they approach the marketplace. ]

I didn't, but that's ok. I have a pretty good memory afterall. [When it comes to certain things.] So what should we have tonight, tuna or salmon?

If it's between those two, salmon. [ He cranes his neck, looking around. ]

All right, salmon it is. [He'll gently tug Asougi in the direction they need to go, allowing him to be able to look around as they walk. They'll eventually reach a row of stands selling a variety of seafoods, some familiar, some bizarre. He'll make the selection he wants as the seller wraps up his fish and puts it in a bag for him.]

I'm making a rice dish tonight, so if there's anything you want with your bowl, let me know.

[ As they walk, Asougi glances from stand to stand, taking everything in. He smiles a bit as Naruhodou picks out the fish, considering that for a moment. ]

Hmm. Well, you know what I like. [ And for once, he's not saying that due to his memory. Naruhodou does know what he likes. ]

Hmm, I could sneak in some beef slices...since I did eat that last piece. [And he should pick up some seasoning with a little more of a kick for him. He'll hold onto the fish for now as they move on towards where the vegetables are. This is where he runs into a problem. One hand is still holding onto Asougi's, the other is carrying the fish. He looks to his partner.]

Um, would you mind holding this while I pick through the vegetables?

[ On the one hand, he doesn't want to out of principle. On the other hand, Naruhodou will have to let go of his hand if he doesn't. In the end, he takes the bag. ]

You're taking this back once you're done.

Right. [. . .] But then I'd have to ask you to hold onto things again anyway when we move to the next stall.

. . . Is this why you invited me along?

[ He gives him a suspicious look at that. ]

What? No! [He looks at his friend defiantly...but then deflates a little.] I mean the extra help is nice, but I really just wanted us to hang out.

Pick out your vegetables, Naruhodou.

[ At least . . . at least he's not mad or anything. ]

[He still hears that annoyance in his tone. He sighs, doing as he's told.] If you know how to pick fresh ingredients, we could switch.

It's still the meal you're making at the end of the day. It's more efficient to have you pick them out.

[ Reluctantly, he pulls his hand away from Naruhodou's since, speaking of efficiency and logic, that will help with all of that at the end of the day. ]

[That actually made Naruhodou pause to glance over at Asougi when couldn't feel his hand anymore.] . . .Right. [He shakes his head, turning back to resume his check on the produce. Admittedly, it is more efficient this way. By the end of it, he's got another bag worth of ingredients before moving on.]

Ok, now the eggs and milk.

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