[ If you're out and about in the Bungalow district today, around the tropical beach, you may encounter the following scenery:
a) ocean, b) sandy shore, c) lawn chairs, table (two piña coladas atop it), c) a fruit, d) pineapple trees in abundance! Were those even here originally? Who cares, right.
In the water, there's some shit like
this. (How much can a person possibly over-emphasize a particular theme or motif? Don't ask.)
Mukuro is sitting at the table reading a book, fully dressed (trench coat and all) in spite of the heat.
It's so weirdly quiet, the whole place, and the water scarcely even ripples, nor do the fronds sway in the breeze.
In fact, there is no breeze. Not right this minute. ]