[Instead of answering the question just yet, Matsui instead gets up and finally leaves this bozo and his weird spidey senses behind.
He comes back a few moments later with some cloths in hand, perhaps snatched from some unsuspecting waiter or maybe just stolen from a table, who knows. People are still staring and whispering and definitely forming their immediate opinions about this weird man and his weird pond dip, but Matsui still takes no heed as he cuts his way back through to take a seat on the ledge again.
The cloths are held out helpfully. You're welcome.]
It's a bit difficult to keep track of time here... [Both because he lives in the time dilation chamber of an immortal but also because the sun never rises in Highstorm and never sets in Springstar.] But I would say that by now, it must surely be a month or so, at the very least.
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He comes back a few moments later with some cloths in hand, perhaps snatched from some unsuspecting waiter or maybe just stolen from a table, who knows. People are still staring and whispering and definitely forming their immediate opinions about this weird man and his weird pond dip, but Matsui still takes no heed as he cuts his way back through to take a seat on the ledge again.
The cloths are held out helpfully. You're welcome.]
It's a bit difficult to keep track of time here... [Both because he lives in the time dilation chamber of an immortal but also because the sun never rises in Highstorm and never sets in Springstar.] But I would say that by now, it must surely be a month or so, at the very least.