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She loved the sound of the wind rushing past her, the feel of it moving over her skin, and the simple joy at weaving in and out of traffic. Untouchable, uncatchable. Maybe it was dangerous, riding her motorcycle without a helmet, but she needed the roar of the wind in her ears because that way she couldn't hear herself think, which was the point of this outing. To take her mind off things. Michiru had called to say that her tour in the states had been extended, that she wasn't sure when she would be coming back.
Since Galaxia they'd enjoyed an uncommon time of peace, and now Haruka was almost wishing for an attack or something to bring Michiru home. Especially since Hotaru was away training with Setsuna. Eventually she slowed to a stop, staring up at the Crown Arcade absently. The blond didn't move though, perched on the motorcycle like she could speed off at any moment, and very well might. This was foolish. She had come here thinking the younger senshi would probably be there, but honestly - now that she was here, Haruka really didn't want their company either.
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