[Tattoi staggers along the beach, wielding a borrowed parasol. He'd been working on that damned project for the entire day, in the blazing summer heat, and nobody had even told him what it was. All they said was "Tattoi, carry this" or "Tattoi, weld that" or "Tattoi, stop spewing cold nitrogen gas out of your vents." It was beginning to get on his nerves.
Thankfully, he'd put in his time for the day, and he was headed home to cool off. Seeing Sora there on the beach made him pause, though; something about this young lad was familiar. Yes, he was one of the ones who was supposed to be helping with the project, but he'd never shown up. It's almost enough to push Tattoi over the edge, but not quite. Instead, Sora gets a gentle kick in the side.]
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Thankfully, he'd put in his time for the day, and he was headed home to cool off. Seeing Sora there on the beach made him pause, though; something about this young lad was familiar. Yes, he was one of the ones who was supposed to be helping with the project, but he'd never shown up. It's almost enough to push Tattoi over the edge, but not quite. Instead, Sora gets a gentle kick in the side.]
Get up. You're needed for the project.