Home Voicelines - December
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xuebingcodeHome voicelines for when it's December.
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsBJyw15xEI&t=4s
Oz: The winters of North Country are harsh but beautiful. One day I'll take you to my castle to see.
Arthur: Just a little longer for this year. The castle's become more busy...do you have any business to finish, Master Sage?
Cain: Hm? Feeling cold just from looking at me? Nah, it may look thin, but these clothes are properly warm! If anyone, you're the one that looks cold in those clothes!
Riquet: The North Country is probably much colder than here...
Snow: It may be because of my age, but a year passes by like a flame in the fireplace. Is it different for you, O Sage?
White: It may be because of my age--wait, I'm already dead. But, a year passes by like a flame in the fireplace. Is it different for you, O Sage?
Mithra: Aah, in this season, lakes in the North Country are frozen solid.
Owen: The year is almost over, but what about that thing you wanted to end? You still haven't finished it off.
Bradley: Fish you fish up from frozen lakes sure are delish.
Faust: Soon, the year will end. Nothings changed at all for me...can you say the same for you?
Shino: I plan to grow taller next year...Plan to.
Heathcliff: Almost New Years....hmm, do I have anything left undone? That's completed, and I finished that...
Nero: Almost year's end...when you live as long as me a year can pass by pretty quickly, how was this year for you?
Shylock: Here, coffee. Warm, isn't it?
Murr: Huh? The year's almost over? So what? I don't care!
Chloe: I wanna go inside this 'kotatsu' you talked about! A table with a blanket in it...what a dream!
Rustica: I wonder where my wife is...since it's so cold, I'm afraid she'll turn into ice.
Figaro: Master Sage, look up. See, the stars in the sky look like they could fall any moment now.
Rutile: It's already deep winter...do you think snow falls at the Magic Manor?
Lennox: It's chilly, are you alright?
Mitile: When you breathe out, it becomes white puffs of air, like magic! Ah, your breath is white too!
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsBJyw15xEI&t=4s
Oz: The winters of North Country are harsh but beautiful. One day I'll take you to my castle to see.
Arthur: Just a little longer for this year. The castle's become more busy...do you have any business to finish, Master Sage?
Cain: Hm? Feeling cold just from looking at me? Nah, it may look thin, but these clothes are properly warm! If anyone, you're the one that looks cold in those clothes!
Riquet: The North Country is probably much colder than here...
Snow: It may be because of my age, but a year passes by like a flame in the fireplace. Is it different for you, O Sage?
White: It may be because of my age--wait, I'm already dead. But, a year passes by like a flame in the fireplace. Is it different for you, O Sage?
Mithra: Aah, in this season, lakes in the North Country are frozen solid.
Owen: The year is almost over, but what about that thing you wanted to end? You still haven't finished it off.
Bradley: Fish you fish up from frozen lakes sure are delish.
Faust: Soon, the year will end. Nothings changed at all for me...can you say the same for you?
Shino: I plan to grow taller next year...Plan to.
Heathcliff: Almost New Years....hmm, do I have anything left undone? That's completed, and I finished that...
Nero: Almost year's end...when you live as long as me a year can pass by pretty quickly, how was this year for you?
Shylock: Here, coffee. Warm, isn't it?
Murr: Huh? The year's almost over? So what? I don't care!
Chloe: I wanna go inside this 'kotatsu' you talked about! A table with a blanket in it...what a dream!
Rustica: I wonder where my wife is...since it's so cold, I'm afraid she'll turn into ice.
Figaro: Master Sage, look up. See, the stars in the sky look like they could fall any moment now.
Rutile: It's already deep winter...do you think snow falls at the Magic Manor?
Lennox: It's chilly, are you alright?
Mitile: When you breathe out, it becomes white puffs of air, like magic! Ah, your breath is white too!
