Nathaniel raises his hood and looks a bit glum. "I don't mind the rain, in a distant sense. But I do mind wet socks. Wet clothes, generally. Especially when I have to work all day in them."
And, as if by magic, when they're just far enough from the warehouse that they won't make it back before getting soaked, the rain becomes a downpour and threatens to become torrential indeed. Nathaniel mutters a curse and grabs Anders, sweeping into a nearby abandoned shop.
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Date: 2017-05-09 09:37 pm (UTC)From:And, as if by magic, when they're just far enough from the warehouse that they won't make it back before getting soaked, the rain becomes a downpour and threatens to become torrential indeed. Nathaniel mutters a curse and grabs Anders, sweeping into a nearby abandoned shop.