Disclaimer: Shotaro Ishinomori's, not mine.
Pyunma had been born, raised, and fought for Muamba. However, in an example of irony at its finest, it was only when he left his home country for the first time in his life that he began to understand why so many people put so much emphasis on home and family. He hadn't felt that way at first, of course. His new teammates came from countries he had only heard of, and most of them had been fortunate enough to have grown up without having to experience the horrors of war. In their first days together, it had been difficult for him to even understand them, let alone feel close to them. But confusion aside, they were always very friendly, so much so that he couldn't help but eventually care for them. And now, after winning their lives back, he felt closer to them than he did to some of the other men he had fought with during his country's war.
Which, he figured, was why he was so glad to be back in Japan. As proud as he was to be actually be doing some good in Muamba, it would be good to see his friends again. It wouldn't quite be the same--- Jet and Geronimo were back in the states, Albert was trying to start a new life in Germany. Still, he was looking forward to visiting the members of the team who had decided to stay in Japan.
Dr. Gilmore had been kind enough to provide him directions to Chang's restaurant, but he could've just followed the aroma. It was just as strong and enticing as he remembered. And most importantly, it was familiar. It was nice to know that no matter what happened, some things remained the same.
"Hello?" The restaurant seemed awfully quiet for a weekday afternoon, but then again, he had no idea how well Chang's restaurant was doing these days.
"Pyunma, hi! Sorry, I had to do some work in the back." It was Francoise...
Francoise?!
The dress was by far the skimpiest thing he had ever seen her in. It was by no means indecent, but it was obvious that whoever designed the garment had wanted a few things to be noticed. Pyunma wondered how she managed to breathe, let alone wait on customers several hours straight each day.
"Pyunma? Are you all right?" Her style was different, but her sensitivity to other people was as strong as ever.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." He'd never had the urge to stare at her legs before; why couldn't he stop himself now? "I... I like your dress."
Francoise looked at him, obviously confused, but then smiled knowingly. "If you really like it that much, you can borrow it after work."