Local Imports [Sakuya/Stella]

Sakuya Müller | Heartseeker

Sakuya did not waste time upon returning from field training near Munich. Paperwork? Filed. Gear? Turned in. Beers? Grabbed. She carried the plastic crate of dark lager through the Vandenreich headquarters with childlike glee. One of the perks of organization-provided travel was relaxed transportation requirements. Fresh beer bought straight from the brewery? A pain in the ass to bring aboard commercial flights, but something that could be swept under the rug during a routine transportation flight!

Sakuya had heard about what happened in China while mid-flight. She was glad to hear that one of her coworkers was fine after the ordeal. It wasn't someone she was particularly close to, but that didn't matter much to Sakuya. It wasn't every day that their unit was deployed, so she decided to check in on her coworker to make sure everything was actually OK.

Sakuya found Stella in one of the recreation rooms. It was more like a glorified break room with a foosball table, a few comfortable chairs, and a couch among other pieces of furniture. "Stella!" She called out to her coworker and rushed to one one of the tables to set down the crate of beer. She grabbed two bottles and held them up. "You're, like, part-German too, right? Let's drink to... I don't know, a safe return for the both of us! I heard that you were attacked in China. You've got to tell me all about it! And what better way than over a nice, malty doppelbock straight from Munich~?" Sakuya's sing-song tone was really trying to sell Stella on the offer.

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Sakuya Müller | Heartseeker

Sakuya didn't let the small twinge of pain of not being recognized show. Keeping her demeanor as chipper and energetic as when she entered, she slid one bottle over to Stella and popped the top of the other off barehanded. "Mmhmm! Well, I guess. Sorta. Not really? Like, we met during your orientation, kinda... I was there but I'm not anyone with a real rank, so I didn't speak." Sakuya raised the bottle and chugged a chunk of the beer down.

"I just remembered your name, figured you had some German in you, and, well..." Sakuya pointed the bottle at Stella. No energy was lost even though she lowered her voice. "Look, I may not be in command, but I try to get to know each of my Soldat mates. We're gonna have to have each others' backs, and the best way to get to know someone is by getting wasted together~!" As she began to raise the bottle again to drink in toast to her own proposition, she remembered something very important. She almost sputtered as she scrambled to answer. "Oh shit, right. Sakuya. Sakuya Müller, that's my name. You may not remember, but we're both part of the Spezialkräfte."

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