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 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.