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[The feed flickers and then comes to life, showing a smiling face.] Good afternoon, everyone. [The smile widens into a grin.] It's really starting to feel like autumn's coming in now, especially with that festival we had. And with it getting cold.
[Doesn't change too much for him! He still goes around shirtless, no matter the season. Even now. Naoki pauses, considers as he looks down at his hand. Wondering mentally how many festivals he's seen in this city...]
Well, either way, I hope that these little guys will be able to make it through it, and through the winter as well. [He's outside, standing by one of the many small trees that he's planted about the city. He's seeing about reinforcing its supports.]
And I guess it's about time to start making all those foods for the cooler seasons. [He looks pleased at the thought.] Nabe and the like.
[Another pause while he goes about fiddling with the supports. His voice drops into a quieter murmur,]
Thinking about it all, last October is when the Terminals... [Eyes flit over, to one of said Terminals. Even now they linger about the city, providing that easy transportation of theirs. Well. He's glad nobody has ever put them to bad use. And they keep the magatsuchi flowing well, so he can't really be upset anymore. Even if the reason he went into a pseudo coma the year before was because of them.] Heh. Time flies.
[With a chuckle, he turns off the communicator.]
[Doesn't change too much for him! He still goes around shirtless, no matter the season. Even now. Naoki pauses, considers as he looks down at his hand. Wondering mentally how many festivals he's seen in this city...]
Well, either way, I hope that these little guys will be able to make it through it, and through the winter as well. [He's outside, standing by one of the many small trees that he's planted about the city. He's seeing about reinforcing its supports.]
And I guess it's about time to start making all those foods for the cooler seasons. [He looks pleased at the thought.] Nabe and the like.
[Another pause while he goes about fiddling with the supports. His voice drops into a quieter murmur,]
Thinking about it all, last October is when the Terminals... [Eyes flit over, to one of said Terminals. Even now they linger about the city, providing that easy transportation of theirs. Well. He's glad nobody has ever put them to bad use. And they keep the magatsuchi flowing well, so he can't really be upset anymore. Even if the reason he went into a pseudo coma the year before was because of them.] Heh. Time flies.
[With a chuckle, he turns off the communicator.]