I like how the narrator remains (at least in his descriptions of things) completely concerned with the output of the composter and makes a point not to call it their home, although his fondness for them comes through
*Teeth chattering*On that day's noon, after the Reimu's moved their "treasure" which was actually rubbish like little rocks, dried flowers, and the ribbon with chewing gum stuck on it out of the composter, I began to do a large-scale modification to the composter.The operation of the composter may stop completely in Winter if left as is.
Of course, the option of letting them enter my house doesn't exist.
Seems that there is necessity to do a serious modification to the composter.For the Reimu's, the entrance of the composter was certainly blocked.
However, the composter is made of a plastic bucket after all.
Although it's warm during days, with only a layer of wall in between, it simply couldn't shield the freezing cold air in the night.And deeper inside the composter sat the Reimu's.
Their teeth were chattering, and their eyes had dark circles under them.I took a peek into the composter in the morning and found that some of the leftovers which I threw away yesterday were still left unprocessed.However,
Winter was coming and my skin started to feel cold after the koyukkuris were born for about a month.
The processing power of the composter dropped again.M-M-M-Mister,
Mister Home is so cooooold...
Can't even sleeeeep...Sho cowd and can'd chade id eajyyyyMishter Fwood ish cowd
Muncsh-muncsh
Tashtez sho-sho