If anyone had expected the group to hang around and chat, they were sorely mistaken. As the other raid members filtered out one by one, Fuyuko turned her thoughts to what they ought to do next. Accepting Arina's friend request was a given and the tank spammed requests to everyone else in the party before they could escape. [colour=yellow][b]'I'm up for that. I've got a small player home north of Freelia, near the Pooka border; you're all welcome to come have a meal some time.'[/b][/colour] Saving the cash for a player home hadn't been easy; fortunately Fuyuko was well versed in the art of using her cuteness to secure donations. Even with all the help, she hadn't been able to get a proper house, instead settling for a campsite along the beach of a small lagoon. To be fair she had a pretty big tent, but it was still just a tent. [colour=yellow][b]'Ima head home, log off, eat. Should be online tomorrow, say... 1900 JST?'[/b][/colour] Casting one last appreciative smile around her newfound friends, Fuyuko flicked the dead cigarette away and activated a teleport crystal. By the time the fagend exploded into light, she was long gone.

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Light slowly returned to the world as the apartment's automatic lights brightened. Fuyuko sat up in bed, shedding the Amusphere and pulling an old hoodie on. She stood up, mentally making the transition from blonde loli to tired salaryman. Dropping his online persona was an interesting experience for Manabu; Fuyuko wasn't everything he wanted to be, but was still a damn sight more outgoing than he ever dreamed of being in real life. Probably didn't help that he worked in a library; he talked to more people on the way home than at work. Glancing out the window at the twilight of mid-evening, Manabu debated the hassle of cooking dinner for a long moment. [i]I'm lazy... and tomorrow's my day off.[/i] His mind made up, Manabu set about getting dressed for a good meal out and perhaps a nice drink. Someone else might have balked at going to a bar or restaurant alone, but he had long since lost contact with his old friends; with the exception of ALO, it would be safe to say that Manabu [i]had[/i] no real social life. [i]Scary thought,[/i] he mused as he walked off into the Tokyo night, cigarette in hand. [i]How many other ALO players are the same as me...?[/i]