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Action for Genessia City
It was cold, but then it had been cold in Japan too. Even if the Medicine Seller was capable of registering that level of discomfort it wouldn't have been a shock. It wasn't even really fair to call his reaction to the sudden change in his surroundings a shock.
.... Was safe to say he wasn't happy though. Blizzard or not, he wasn't staying in the bay, and despite the storm, soon the colorful figure was wandering through the streets, seemingly unbothered by the sheer strength of the blizzard itself. Actually he seemed more vaguely annoyed by it than actually hampered, occasionally going to play with the communicator he'd arrived with.
The way he treated it seemed to be a mixture of irritation and fascination, having to constantly take breaks from trying to operate it as he constantly seemed to grow weary of attempting to make it do something he wanted it to.
Technology is dumb.
At some point, however, he can be spotted taking refuge, if one could call it that, inside a bus stop, neatly perched on the bench next to the medicine box and toying with the communicator again, almost boredly fiddling with the buttons even as a particularly vicious blast of wind ripped through the street.
Yeah okay, that's cool and all but he wants to know how this stupid cellphone works.
.... Was safe to say he wasn't happy though. Blizzard or not, he wasn't staying in the bay, and despite the storm, soon the colorful figure was wandering through the streets, seemingly unbothered by the sheer strength of the blizzard itself. Actually he seemed more vaguely annoyed by it than actually hampered, occasionally going to play with the communicator he'd arrived with.
The way he treated it seemed to be a mixture of irritation and fascination, having to constantly take breaks from trying to operate it as he constantly seemed to grow weary of attempting to make it do something he wanted it to.
Technology is dumb.
At some point, however, he can be spotted taking refuge, if one could call it that, inside a bus stop, neatly perched on the bench next to the medicine box and toying with the communicator again, almost boredly fiddling with the buttons even as a particularly vicious blast of wind ripped through the street.
Yeah okay, that's cool and all but he wants to know how this stupid cellphone works.