[It's a welcomer sight than he figured it would be-- things here aren't entirely terrible, but the view of something from home warms even his dark fragile heart. Once Chibita's set up, Ichimatsu ambles his way over with his hands in his pockets and a muted grin on his face, only extracting a hand to push aside the curtain as he sits down on the end of the bench.]
ALSO WELCOME TO THE GAME, I AM LATE TO SEEING YOU GOT IN
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