[There's something comforting about the familiarity of a phone and "internet" connection. It's not quite right, and of course it's not as familiar as he wants it to be, but it's something similar. It'll do. The earbuds are quickly slotted into each pointed ear, as Tamaki is the last person to subject others to his browsing habits. Once he finds a place to post his question, he does:]

No one here's heard of Musutafu, Japan have you?
I guess it's a little hopeless to assume I'm not here alone.

[Honestly, relaxing in the spring sounds incredibly decadent all things considered, but it's also completely welcomed. Tamaki isn't weak, but traveling always takes it out of a person, especially if it's a long trip. So he finds himself wandering to the springs which — correctly or incorrectly seem to be devoid of other travelers.]

At least it's private... [With a towel secured around his waist he finds a place to settle in and relax. As soon as he's seated the aches and pains from the day seem to slowly start melting away and for the first time since he woke up choking on salty water he's feeling in slightly better spirits. That is until he hears footsteps and the sound of other people joining him in the water.

He shies away at first, hunched into his chosen spot as he is. He knows he should be more friendly, interacting with people is part of being a hero, but he's never been good at it. At least it's not a large crowd? He clears his throat, lifting one hand up in greeting.]

H..hello.

[Of course he got the invitation to join the magical snowball fight, but Tamaki finds himself hesitating even though he currently has one of those rainbow-colored snowballs held in his hand. He hasn't imbued it with any magic - not yet - but he does seem to be maintaining the temperature of the snowball with a little bit of ice conjuring in his hand. It's a small attempt, baby steps -- but it is an attempt. There's a small frown on his face as he turns to look at the person next to him.

He almost doesn't ask the question on his lips, but since it honestly troubles him:]

Don't you think it's a bad idea to throw magicked snowballs around without thinking about it first?

[Catching a few pigs shouldn't be hard right? It was too hard to say no when he was asked by a farmer whose lands have been particularly hard hit, so hard or not once he's actually accepted the task on his phone, Tamaki has found himself facing down the third Talda Pig he's found this afternoon.

This one, however, seems to be smarter than the others that he's encountered so far, so while he's poised to lunge at the pig, the pig itself has other ideas. Tamaki looks fairly dirty at first glance, but he does seem awfully determined, even if at the moment he looks a little hesitant. The grimace on his face looks almost intimidating until you notice his bottom lip is wiggling a little. In a flash he's on the move, concentrating too hard to notice any passers-by.

Unfortunately, the part of the farm he's in is slippery with mud, and when the pig darts out of Tamaki's trajectory at the last minute, Tamaki finds himself unable to stop, skidding in the mud until he lands face down in it, covered. He winces, but doesn't bother getting up just yet. This would be so much easier if he still had his quirk.]

How humiliating... The laughter will start any second now...

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