...I see. [ that's kind of sad. he'd taken something as simple as cherry trees for granted. ] The flowers don't last long. But that's why people treasure them.
[ he continues to liberally play around with the controls, though the surroundings don't change, structurally. instead, it fast forwards through seasons: the flowers fall from the trees as young sprouts replace them, leaves that mature before their eyes. and those gradually start to color, shifting into bright autumn shades, a vivid contrast from their soft, flowery beginnings. ]
They don't last long, but people put in a shitton of effort just to see them bloom.
[ He watches this though. It... actually is something of a wonder in a place like his, no seasons throughout the year when it's a smaller planet with binary suns. All-year long is essentially summer. ]
Things don't change like that in No Man's Land. The best you get is night and day.
People put effort into things that make them happy.
[ even if it's something as temporary as a flower. he understands that, even if he doesn't garden much for himself. he lets them stay in autumn for a minute, as ephemeral as it is. it even feels a little brisker than before. technology... ]
There's some places like that for us, too. No real seasons. [ ... ] I'm just lucky, I guess. Never thought of it that way.
[ said with a little surprise, like he wasn't expecting wolfwood to know what that was. ]
...Winter is hard when it gets long. I don't like it. [ because it's especially hard to swim in winter? summer is his favorite season. ] People still find ways to enjoy it, though.
[ it's been consistent. he's fiddling with the controls again, so the image around them glitches a bit, leaves falling off rapidly into red and orange puddles of fall colors as winter approaches. ]
I thought that too. But it can be nice when someone shows you something new.
[ whether it's this train of thought, or their new surroundings, he looks placated. ]
And—yeah. I wasn't sure if I'd see it again. [ but let's not go any deeper down the insecurity rabbit hole ] It's nothing special. [ the background noise of a slightly tinny television, weathered tatami, cups that his grandma bought eons past. it all feels a little old, but maintained, like a worn-in sweater. the only thing that looks new is the snow that's accumulating outside. ]
It's like... a floor table, right, with the hole at the bottom?
[ Me every day freeballing about how much knowledge about anything a Trigun has. Sorry he's freakishly large and not at all the target audience for a traditional house okota but here he is. ]
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They're pretty.
[ He can at least say that much, even though the concept is so entirely foreign to him. ]
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[ he says, but it sounds like an agreement.
though he can't swim in VR, he reaches out to pick up some of the wet petals, and they feel profoundly, as delicate as the real things. ]
Your home doesn't look anything like this, right?
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Seen a tree before but they're pretty rare as is, let alone a flowering tree. I didn't even know they could do that.
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[ he continues to liberally play around with the controls, though the surroundings don't change, structurally. instead, it fast forwards through seasons: the flowers fall from the trees as young sprouts replace them, leaves that mature before their eyes. and those gradually start to color, shifting into bright autumn shades, a vivid contrast from their soft, flowery beginnings. ]
They look different as the year goes on.
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They don't last long, but people put in a shitton of effort just to see them bloom.
[ He watches this though. It... actually is something of a wonder in a place like his, no seasons throughout the year when it's a smaller planet with binary suns. All-year long is essentially summer. ]
Things don't change like that in No Man's Land. The best you get is night and day.
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[ even if it's something as temporary as a flower. he understands that, even if he doesn't garden much for himself. he lets them stay in autumn for a minute, as ephemeral as it is. it even feels a little brisker than before. technology... ]
There's some places like that for us, too. No real seasons. [ ... ] I'm just lucky, I guess. Never thought of it that way.
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I think it'd be pretty rough, having a winter. It's the season of scarcity, isn't it.
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[ said with a little surprise, like he wasn't expecting wolfwood to know what that was. ]
...Winter is hard when it gets long. I don't like it. [ because it's especially hard to swim in winter? summer is his favorite season. ] People still find ways to enjoy it, though.
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To each their own. I'm not really a cold weather kind of guy. Suns aren't pleasant, but I'll take it over dying of freezing.
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[ it's been consistent. he's fiddling with the controls again, so the image around them glitches a bit, leaves falling off rapidly into red and orange puddles of fall colors as winter approaches. ]
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[ Oi... the winter... ]
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soon, they're inside an extremely average little home, where winter is contained to the view outside of the house, snowy and still. ]
Maybe easier. You'd miss a lot inbetween.
[ all the things that make life fun, really. but he realizes now that he's lucky to be able to think that: his existence has been so peaceful. ]
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Comfortable, he thinks. The smell of igusa is new to him, sharp in his nose but not unwelcome. ]
Can't experience everythin' in life. Think your head would explode if you did.
Is this your home or something?
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[ whether it's this train of thought, or their new surroundings, he looks placated. ]
And—yeah. I wasn't sure if I'd see it again. [ but let's not go any deeper down the insecurity rabbit hole ] It's nothing special. [ the background noise of a slightly tinny television, weathered tatami, cups that his grandma bought eons past. it all feels a little old, but maintained, like a worn-in sweater. the only thing that looks new is the snow that's accumulating outside. ]
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[ He finds absolutely nothing wrong with finding comfort in home. And he also relates to not being sure if he'd ever see home again, so. ]
I like it. Feels nice.
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[ he's okay with cities and whatever, but sometimes your perfectly average home in a perfectly average fishing town is enough. it is a comfort.
after another second, the sitting table morphs into a proper kotatsu. it's something like a show of gratitude. ]
Here. Sit. This is one of the good parts of winter.
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It's like... a floor table, right, with the hole at the bottom?
[ Me every day freeballing about how much knowledge about anything a Trigun has. Sorry he's freakishly large and not at all the target audience for a traditional house okota but here he is. ]
It's warm.