[It was moreso curiosity than a sense of goodwill that had brought Matoba strolling down the parade-prep avenue, but once he's there, he can't help a childlike sense of wonder at the massive floats and colorful decorations of the festival. Spending most of his time in lush forests and mountainsides far from this kind of urban environment, the neon of the city was different enough, to say nothing of how it looked when trussed up for a celebration.]
[Really, he's probably more in the way of everyone doing actual work as he strolls around between the different worksites, but it's one in particular that causes him to stop in his tracks, and not entirely of his own will.]
[He tries to look at the stall. Really, he does- except that his one good eye just keeps trying to squint shut as he stares at it.] Aah. This is a problem...
[Luckily, he hears a familiar voice nearby! Still shaking his head out from the disorientation, Matoba turns his head away from the trainwreck of a stall and towards the voice, trying to make out the face. Too bad his eye is seeing spots now.] ...Don't tell me, you're responsible for this?
b. decorating!
[Really, he's probably more in the way of everyone doing actual work as he strolls around between the different worksites, but it's one in particular that causes him to stop in his tracks, and not entirely of his own will.]
[He tries to look at the stall. Really, he does- except that his one good eye just keeps trying to squint shut as he stares at it.] Aah. This is a problem...
[Luckily, he hears a familiar voice nearby! Still shaking his head out from the disorientation, Matoba turns his head away from the trainwreck of a stall and towards the voice, trying to make out the face. Too bad his eye is seeing spots now.] ...Don't tell me, you're responsible for this?