Sakura wasn't trying to prod the man too much, but being able to see his genuine reaction to the photos she sent made it a worthwhile endeavor for her. She knew that a certain level of concentration was required to 'drive' or as she would have thought of it 'ride' this particular kind of machine. Even as dusk was settling there were still quite a few others on the road, it was odd for her to think about but she had no issues with the length of this drive. "Ten minutes or 20 seconds... either can be quick or the length of eternity, it mostly just depends on your perspective," Sakura mused aloud. Of course, she would think like that considering how many times she lived the same twenty second time span over and over again. Having conversations with non-magical people was an interesting change of pace as well... their life concerns would be normally considered rather miniscule but she couldn't be so callous about it while watching a man like Reiji do his best in this day to day life.
Kusanagi was an interesting man. He was having a normal conversation with the type of woman who was normally seen stepping on and berating men for money. He claimed that whores had limits and that she'd still allowed someone to do that, "How people choose to abuse themselves isn't my problem," she gave that last counter. Upon hearing her claims of things she hated, it seemed it was a shame. She was told to get into a car she was almost certain wasn't his, but... that also wasn't her problem. She hopped in and closed the door knowing that none would think anything of a random prostitute slipping into a car. "This situation is becoming harder to read by the second..." she said while minimizing her own physical contact with the vehicle as much as possible. And on they went while she watched a man of few facial expressions trying to figure out what he was actually trying to get out of her and... failing at it.
Kusanagi was an interesting man. He was having a normal conversation with the type of woman who was normally seen stepping on and berating men for money. He claimed that whores had limits and that she'd still allowed someone to do that, "How people choose to abuse themselves isn't my problem," she gave that last counter. Upon hearing her claims of things she hated, it seemed it was a shame. She was told to get into a car she was almost certain wasn't his, but... that also wasn't her problem. She hopped in and closed the door knowing that none would think anything of a random prostitute slipping into a car. "This situation is becoming harder to read by the second..." she said while minimizing her own physical contact with the vehicle as much as possible. And on they went while she watched a man of few facial expressions trying to figure out what he was actually trying to get out of her and... failing at it.
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