Hurry up. Dawdle any longer and we'll be drenched by the time we step through the door.
[ The two of them advance along the forest floor with a quickness in their step, puddling splashing at their feet. Wanderer can feel that his socks have become somewhat sodden from the rain already, an uncomfortable sensation that causes his nose to wrinkle in displeasure, thin brows furrowing. He'll have to remove both them and his kimono to dry once they find shelter. As for the woman trailing behind him... he supposes it's up to her whether she'd like to peel off those damp stockings off hers.
They cross a bend in the path, and soon a small building in the midst of the jungle comes into view, its walls nearly covered by vines and plants. It may not be the most suitable resting place, but Wanderer doesn't particularly care when it's raining this heavily. He can hear thunder in the distance, a lingering reminder of his creator and the Electro she wields. Wanderer has never liked thunderstorms because of it, and he'd prefer to hide away than listen to its vibrations.
He turns his head back slightly to give his companion a look. ]
Did you hear me, mage?
[ Their gazes meet, and he notes that Mona's seafoam green eyes are strikingly bright under her hat. Behind her, her long, black twintails are tousled by the wind rushing at their sides. And like Wanderer expected, it seems the rain has gotten to her clothes, too.
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[ The two of them advance along the forest floor with a quickness in their step, puddling splashing at their feet. Wanderer can feel that his socks have become somewhat sodden from the rain already, an uncomfortable sensation that causes his nose to wrinkle in displeasure, thin brows furrowing. He'll have to remove both them and his kimono to dry once they find shelter. As for the woman trailing behind him... he supposes it's up to her whether she'd like to peel off those damp stockings off hers.
They cross a bend in the path, and soon a small building in the midst of the jungle comes into view, its walls nearly covered by vines and plants. It may not be the most suitable resting place, but Wanderer doesn't particularly care when it's raining this heavily. He can hear thunder in the distance, a lingering reminder of his creator and the Electro she wields. Wanderer has never liked thunderstorms because of it, and he'd prefer to hide away than listen to its vibrations.
He turns his head back slightly to give his companion a look. ]
Did you hear me, mage?
[ Their gazes meet, and he notes that Mona's seafoam green eyes are strikingly bright under her hat. Behind her, her long, black twintails are tousled by the wind rushing at their sides. And like Wanderer expected, it seems the rain has gotten to her clothes, too.
There's little time to waste. ]