[Amane's been something of a busy bee himself this season, braving the cold and buzzing about the city in hopes of finding a decent gift for the (admittedly few) people upon his list. He already had something of an idea of what to do for them, but... every time he was sure he had settled on the perfect thing, something else caught his eye that seemed to be a better gift instead. Maybe he should just be grateful that items couldn't be brought over to the Dream Sphere, because if he had to shop for all the Dreamers he knew on top of this, he'd never survive December. (Not to mention be flat broke in the process--)
He's lingering about the selection of hot chocolate mixes, overwhelmed by the amount of choices (what in the world was a Dreamy Cocoa Bomb??), when the sweet scent of vanilla tickles his nose. Curious, he glances up from the wall, wondering if he was just imagining things, when a familiar head of brown hair catches his eye. Was that... Lisa? With her visits to Camellia, he was starting to become a lot less nervous around her-- or at least, less nervous at the prospect of her figuring out who he was, anyway-- so he's comfortable enough now to trot over to where she was shopping, hand raised in greeting--
... but then he pauses, realizing she was deeply focused doing... something or other. Quality checking food coloring, maybe?? He's quiet as he approaches behind her, hoping he could get a better idea of what she was up to, but... nope, still not a clue.]
... looking for something in particular there, Lisa-san?
[AMANE, PLS.... WE'RE NOT IN THE DREAM SPHERE, DON'T JUMP-SCARE PEOPLE]
December 9th, Matsuba World Market
He's lingering about the selection of hot chocolate mixes, overwhelmed by the amount of choices (what in the world was a Dreamy Cocoa Bomb??), when the sweet scent of vanilla tickles his nose. Curious, he glances up from the wall, wondering if he was just imagining things, when a familiar head of brown hair catches his eye. Was that... Lisa? With her visits to Camellia, he was starting to become a lot less nervous around her-- or at least, less nervous at the prospect of her figuring out who he was, anyway-- so he's comfortable enough now to trot over to where she was shopping, hand raised in greeting--
... but then he pauses, realizing she was deeply focused doing... something or other. Quality checking food coloring, maybe?? He's quiet as he approaches behind her, hoping he could get a better idea of what she was up to, but... nope, still not a clue.]
... looking for something in particular there, Lisa-san?
[AMANE, PLS.... WE'RE NOT IN THE DREAM SPHERE, DON'T JUMP-SCARE PEOPLE]