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There was always rain each time they came at the Shop, announcing the arrival of the world-hoppers with a flourish of wind and water, winding and entwining, swooshing and wooshing; in short it was unnecessarily dramatic but still rather enjoyable for Watanuki to watch as he stood before Syaoran and his companions to receive them.
He looked well, Watanuki immediately thought, and did the others - Fai, Kurogane, and of course the white Mokona. Everyone's clothing looked well-mended, Kurogane's artificial arm looked intact, and it didn't appear that anyone had missed any meals.
That, at least, was always a good sign.
