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font-size: 12px;">There's a storm coming, and Nagisa has felt it coming for a few days now. The forecast describes this drizzling as rather benign, according to the weather report app on his phone, but their radars must be faulty. Honestly, they need more merfolk on their team. Specifically coral merfolk like him — they have a built-in radar with more accuracy than any machine could probably give you. The timing, the intensity, the acidity... Part of the package deal with controlling water, probably. You'll hear no complaints about it from him, though. He quite likes knowing when to stay home and when it is safe to venture out, and, if he needs to go out, how much danger he's likely to be in.<br/>
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Fortunately, it seems like the brunt of the storm won't be arriving until later in the night, which leaves the day relatively safe to indulge in. His morning swim won't be impeded. Nor his day-off midday swim. He can skip his night swim. It'll be raining, of course, but that's no problem. He loves the rain. His entire life revolves around water, after all. One might argue that it's a greater part of him than it is even for most other merfolk. He has a sort of kinship with it. Being in the water is when he feels most relaxed. Is it the same for all merfolk? He's never really thought to ask because the answer seems likely to be 'yes.' Surely they must feel that same pull to it? That same feeling of almost <i>needing</i> to be in it, and that irrational sadness that comes every now and again when they remember that they cannot live in it?<br/>
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Irrational, of course, because he'd <i>never</i> been allowed to live in it. The war happened long before him, so he was born and raised on land just like all the other merfolk of today. He can't even imagine the pain of the war's survivors, having lived all their life in the water in (at least from what Nagisa has heard) fantastic cities that could have rivaled hubs like Black City. Then their entire worlds were turned upside down and torn with the ruin of the water, leaving them all shaky-legged like baby deer and with a constant yearning for a home they'd never see again. An entire culture, an entire economy, an entire way of life gone so fast. The only consolation is that they haven't lost the water entirely, given that they can at least swim in it for a little while before it becomes harmful. And they can at least continue their trading with the land cities. Otherwise, they would have been entirely screwed.<br/>
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Not that he probably has much room to talk about economics. He's extremely lucky to be from one of the most powerful surviving merfolk families. He's never had to worry about money a day in his life. Meanwhile, people like his friend Kairi spend their childhoods starving. That's why he has always been more than happy to spend his unnecessarily grand allowance on others rather than himself. He's just one guy, he doesn't need a lot to keep him alive and content. And since his family makes their money off of the labor of their kind, it's the least he could do to pay things back.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0097a7">Don't forget about the storm later tonight!</span><br/>
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His friends are probably getting annoyed with the reminders he keeps sending in the group chat (which he made some time ago for the sake of plan-making when people started getting a little too nervous about possible favoritism), but he knows how careless and forgetful some of them can be, and he'd hate for them to get caught out in it. He wouldn't enjoy having to hear about the death of his friend in the news under the headline of 'MERFOLK STRUCK BY LIGHTNING WHILE TAKING A DIP.'<br/>
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He, himself, has not ventured outside since four. He quite enjoyed sitting around in the rain, letting it soak through the thin fabric of his white button-down and plaster his hair to his head while he sat on the porch of his bungalow, watching the tide ebb and flow. He'd of course canceled going into town — people aren't likely to be going to the open markets in this weather. This means his house smells a bit fishier than normal, his fridge nearly overflowing with buckets of seafood he'd been intending to sell. Oh well.<br/>
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Now he's resigned himself to resting inside, having toweled off and slipped into a loose sweater and shorts. He sits cross-legged on his couch, sipping his sparkling white grape juice from a wine glass while he watches whatever drivel happens to catch his attention on the television. Mostly cooking shows. It's funny, really — this is probably one of the most mundane, typical ways that people spend their time, and yet it feels almost like cheating to him. Cheating life, that is. He's always so busy between work and meeting with his friends, who have at this point spread out across cities, that he rarely has time like this for himself.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0097a7">Kai, sorry again that I can't visit today. I was really looking forward to seeing you.</span></div><div style="
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