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Who: Anyone
When: Day 150, WHENEVER YOU WANT
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[Aaaand here comes that rain. Light at first, but by later in the day it's pretty heavy.]

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[Yay, coffin.

But oh no, more talking. :( ]

...Bad weather is also indicated by bubbles in a drink floating to the cup's center, a ring around the moon... easterly winds, western rainbows, jumping fish...[pause]...Are there fish?

If there are, I didn't see them. How often would you say you've been right by looking for those?

...

[Heaving a tired sigh. He doesn't look for them. They just are. '-']

...If some of them happen simultaneously...Always.

...Okay then.

How do you like your coffins?

...

[Giving her a blank look. Coffins are coffins.]

I at least need dimensions so it's the right size.

[Seems to ponder that for a long moment.

...Then points at self. '-']

Fine, bring me wood and lay down in a pile of it. I'll make the stupid thing around you.

...

[UNSURE]

I'm just following the directions you've specified.

[Sighs but... goes get the wood. '-']

[She'll be waiting right here with tea!]

[Tea :O

He comes back fast enough. For some reason, he has only gathered light-colored wood. Not a single dark stick to speak of.

Oh, and he is not actually carrying the wood back, but floating it in her direction.]

Looks like he's a show-off after all...

[Floating the wood to the ground.

What do you mean by show-off? '-']

[gesturing at the wood]

Going to get in there?

...

[Well, lying on top of the wood then.

This is not comfortable. '-']

[WELL WHOSE FAULT IS THAT MR. TALKATIVE]

[Izumi is taking a few moments to examine him and the materials, doing some math and possibly even science in her head.]

[And finally clapping her hands, touching the wood. There's a crackle of energy, before the wood starts shaping itself into a coffin. True her word, it's going to be around him.]

[...Your witchcraft is kind of impressive.

Does this mean I am going to live? '-']

[yeah, sure]

[she's only imagining sitting on the lid]

[You're a good person. '-'

Okay, so he is opening the lid, sitting up and staring at you with those red eyes of his.]

Thank you.

[you say that now]

You're welcome. Comfy in there?

[Blinks]

...No.

[It's a coffin, lady.]

Then why'd you pick that to begin with?