EMIYA SHIROU
Well. Shirou had gotten odd looks and some interesting reactions to his outlandish appearance before, but this was the first time someone had ever mistaken his altered skin pigment for a coffee stain. Sakura started rubbing his cheek more firmly, getting frustrated that his skin stubbornly remained brown.
He opened his mouth to tell the purplehead that she was going to need a lot more than a rag to fix his appearance, but the voluptuous woman standing beside the pegasus beat him to it. It sounded as though she were trying not to snicker.
“She’s right, this is just the way I look now, Sakura,” Shirou said while gently removing Sakura’s hand from his face. The other version of himself, who he had been trying to ignore, spoke out then, wanting to know what to do. The archer frowned, not wanting to be delayed further. Much as he was confused about Sakura’s presence here and morbidly curious about the company she was keeping, he still had to find Mia.
“I’m sorry Sakura, but there isn’t time for reunions now.”
AKIHOLARME
Aki’s pace picked up when Rebeca confirmed her suspicions about what the establishment was for. She grinned, excited at the prospect of new foes to test herself against. Just as she reached the door, however, her companion spoke up once again.
“Hm? Sure, speak your mind,” she replied, wondering what the girl could have to say.
ANATU
The Babylonian was so wrapped up in her worries that she didn’t notice Just move closer until his finger poked at her forehead. She recoiled with a squeak of surprise before looking up at him again. He spoke, but she didn’t recognize most of the words. However, there was one thing she picked out.
“Friends?” she repeated hesitantly. She had understood these people were friends, companions to each other, but was he saying this applied to her as well? It sounded too good to be true.