[The soft thwack of rose petals against glass beats strong for a while before slowly dying down. They've found themselves in a small hole-in-wall restaurant. The cashier only gives them a bored look, patient to see if they're going to order or leave. Arion kneels next to Sakura, away from the door. He watches the petals die down in strength, but they seem to still swirl about for now, uselessly assaulting windows and doors like rain.]
Phew... Are you okay? That was almost a little dangerous...
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Phew... Are you okay? That was almost a little dangerous...