[Guess who tore open her back saving her besties? She hurts, and she's on her last change of bandages, but she's not going to make someone else do the shopping for her own problems. Walking through the plaza, she's glancing around, looking to see if the scars from her battle with Sasuke are still here, and taking in the new ones. There are people here, too; a few she recognizes from past visits, some that clearly live here, one with short purple hair, another- short purple hair? That couldn't be...
It's a haggard Rikka that turns back to the fountain as she passes it. She's dressed in the clothes that were on her back when she got here, which are incidentally the ones she was wearing when she went down to fight Mana and Alice, that day... had it already been three weeks since then? Her hair is dull and it looks like it's been torn away in spots, she's got bags under her eyes... she looks terrible. There's worry plain on her face, but when she finally spots Makoto, it all melts away into relief and surprise and joy and a million little emotions, followed by worry all over again.]
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It's a haggard Rikka that turns back to the fountain as she passes it. She's dressed in the clothes that were on her back when she got here, which are incidentally the ones she was wearing when she went down to fight Mana and Alice, that day... had it already been three weeks since then? Her hair is dull and it looks like it's been torn away in spots, she's got bags under her eyes... she looks terrible. There's worry plain on her face, but when she finally spots Makoto, it all melts away into relief and surprise and joy and a million little emotions, followed by worry all over again.]
Makoto...? It's you, right?