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[heartdissonance]

[It's early morning, but Shijima is sneezing something fierce.]

I hate- [Sniff.] Weather like it's going to be. I hate the feeling it brings. More- than-

[Sneeze. Gosh.]

...Shoes.

[She huffs, and tugs blankets around herself. Right- she's on a carpeted floor, with a nest of blankets and couch cushions and articles of clothing about her.

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[Voice]

[1800deadguy]

Are you okay, little lady? You look-- [Sissel can't quite put his finger on it, but the way she's all sprawled out is distressing to him.] Miserable!

[Voice]

[heartdissonance]

I am sort of miserable.

[1800deadguy]

Why is that?

[heartdissonance]

Weather.

[1800deadguy]

What about the weather? It seems all right to me.

[heartdissonance]

It's going to be very, very wet and loud.

[1800deadguy]

Ah... [It dawns on him!]

A thunderstorm! No! I hate those! I just remembered!

[heartdissonance]

Good! Now you're grumpy too.

[1800deadguy]

I hate getting rained on! It soaks you all the way to the bone and there's just no good way to get warm afterwards!

[heartdissonance]

You understand.

[1800deadguy]

I do!

... I'm not sure why I do, but I do.

[heartdissonance]

You hate it because it's gross.

[1800deadguy]

It's gross and awful. No matter how long you wait somewhere dry, the air's still wet and it just messes up everything!

Why do I remember this suddenly?

[heartdissonance]

The passion of your disgust awoke something?

[1800deadguy]

Since I died, I've lost my memory and I've only been able to recall bits and pieces of things.

I guess the fact that I really hate thunderstorms must be one of them.