[Saturday morning; 7:46 AM]

Ever since their arrival in Yokohama, Fitzgerald had been looking for something to entertain himself. War had come to a stop and he didn’t speak the language of the citizens in Japan, so what was he supposed to do? Eventually, he stood, clasped his hands together, and declared that he was going shopping. Of course, Louisa was forced to join him, and soon they were off

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Louisa held a map of the city, walking behind Fitzgerald while the elder male walked with his usual prideful stride. Fitzgerald was looking into store fronts, unable to read the signs in a foreign language, so instead he was just looking for something that caught his eye. He glanced back at Louisa, who seemed to look from the Map to her surroundings, then back again, as if awaiting an ambush which never came. Fitzgerald looked amused Fitzgerald: “Ah, Louisa, don’t look so stressed. We’re shopping, this is supposed to be fun”