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There's snow in this particular corner of the Nexus, beautiful rolling drifts that look like they belong on the cover of a Hallmark card. It's really quite picturesque and peaceful until a gash appears in reality about a foot above the highest of them, and a small figure tumbles through the opening. Since the sudden change in universe was as unexpected as the short drop, the child tumbles down the hill to end up sprawled in the snow. He lets out a yelp of surprise in Japanese that... probably should not be translated.
He hauls himself up to a sitting position, and shakes his head to get the snow out of his hair. He's lucky enough to be dressed for the cold, but the outfit looks like it was cobbled together from a lost and found bin. Even his gloves don't match each other. He looks around, takes in his surroundings, and asks no one in particular, "Does the cosmos freaking hate me?"
He hauls himself up to a sitting position, and shakes his head to get the snow out of his hair. He's lucky enough to be dressed for the cold, but the outfit looks like it was cobbled together from a lost and found bin. Even his gloves don't match each other. He looks around, takes in his surroundings, and asks no one in particular, "Does the cosmos freaking hate me?"