[Fourze/Pagebreak/Etc Mushball Universe, specifically tagging Kazari and Etienne, but open to all]

[sushisamurai]

It's good to be back in Japan. France was nice, but there's something about being home that just feels right.

I fall back into my sushi peddling ways with ease, putting my old cart to good use as I walk the city in search of customers. Daigoyou and my origamis are wonderful company, but I do miss being one of Take-chan's samurai.

Just a bit.

I set my cart in a nicely populated area, there's a school that's just getting out nearby, and lots of people milling about. I rest my hands on my hips and nod with determination.

"Gold Sushi, open for business!"

Comments

[heavenfan]

I don't know what she's doing but I may as well let her play around. It's not like she can see anything. All my modifications are internal, though I do sometimes hear a worrying crunch of metal if I incline my head too sharply.

[samuraisister]

"You don't feel right, Mako-chan," I say worriedly, though it's not that she feels particularly hot, OR particularly cold. She just doesn't feel right. "Would you like to sit down? I think Gen-chan's cart is doing well enough for now."

[heavenfan]

I sit. Nothing happens. I don't know what she was expecting to happen.

[samuraisister]

She looks kind of odd.

I sit down next to her, and carefully put an arm around her.

[heavenfan]

Nope, still nothing happening. My new systems carefully make a does not compute note.

"I am now restored to full functionality," I inform her in the vague hope it will make her go away.

[samuraisister]

She sounds like a computer.

"Mako-chan? D-Did something happen to you?"