[Hayato walks over to the rails and leans over the side of the ship, letting the wind just play with his hair. It was nice, his hair wasn't fully dry from his shower yet, so this would probably help.
He smiles and takes a deep breath of the ocean air... sort of reminded him of home.]
It's pretty cold.... wonder what time of year it's supposed to be here...
[Well it's not THAT cold... he's just cold intolerant..]
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He smiles and takes a deep breath of the ocean air... sort of reminded him of home.]
It's pretty cold.... wonder what time of year it's supposed to be here...
[Well it's not THAT cold... he's just cold intolerant..]