[He'd been slinking from alley to alley, a blanket over him as he hid in the best of the shade as he could. He'd stayed in town too long, missed being able to head back to his home outside the city walls while it was still dark. He'd happily set up in a bar, but they'd closed down for the day, and all the protestations of 'it's still day out!' didn't seem to matter. He'd tucked his blanket over his head and made for the back ways. He'd been halfway to another bar when the rain had started. Normally, he wouldn't mind, since that meant clouds and he could get around easier with less sun on an overcast day, but there was smoke whisping up from the blanket and he found himself staring in confusion. There was no searing heat that heralded him being caught in a slice of daylight. But there was a searing on his fingers, held over the edge of the blanket as the water soaked through and burned him.
Burned him?! What the bloody hell? Was it raining holy water now? He started to bolt down the street, blanket trailing behind him like a ratty cape before he heard a voice call out to him. It made him notice that it wasn't just him burning. Not holy water, then. Acid? Sod this sodding planet and it's bleeding ridiculous weather and rules. He looked over at the awning, then back at the smoking streets before he grumbled to himself and ran to collide in with the wall beside her, shaking the blanket out and letting it rest on the ground, damp and smouldering as he shook the rest of the wet off his fingers.]
Bloody acid rain!
[The urge to put his fingers in his mouth was strong enough that they were halfway there before he caught himself, shaking them out and looking down at the blistered skin with a sigh. Now that he wasn't in imminent danger of melting, that gave him a moment to look over at his rain partner -- and pause. Well. That was... well. Wasn't this one a looker? The leer was on his face before he could really help himself, but he'd recalled the words she'd used to beckon him over. It reminded him of earlier days. Days when his heart had still beat and he'd been human. Mortal. Weak. A proper gentleman. He hated reminders of those days, leaning back against the wall and opting instead to pull out a pack of smokes and a lighter. Looking at her again, he looked down at his pack, remembering how some of the upper crust ladies had enjoyed their fancy long cigarettes with the longer holders to keep them from staining their fingers or lace gloves. Well, she had called him out of the rain...]
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Burned him?! What the bloody hell? Was it raining holy water now? He started to bolt down the street, blanket trailing behind him like a ratty cape before he heard a voice call out to him. It made him notice that it wasn't just him burning. Not holy water, then. Acid? Sod this sodding planet and it's bleeding ridiculous weather and rules. He looked over at the awning, then back at the smoking streets before he grumbled to himself and ran to collide in with the wall beside her, shaking the blanket out and letting it rest on the ground, damp and smouldering as he shook the rest of the wet off his fingers.]
Bloody acid rain!
[The urge to put his fingers in his mouth was strong enough that they were halfway there before he caught himself, shaking them out and looking down at the blistered skin with a sigh. Now that he wasn't in imminent danger of melting, that gave him a moment to look over at his rain partner -- and pause. Well. That was... well. Wasn't this one a looker? The leer was on his face before he could really help himself, but he'd recalled the words she'd used to beckon him over. It reminded him of earlier days. Days when his heart had still beat and he'd been human. Mortal. Weak. A proper gentleman. He hated reminders of those days, leaning back against the wall and opting instead to pull out a pack of smokes and a lighter. Looking at her again, he looked down at his pack, remembering how some of the upper crust ladies had enjoyed their fancy long cigarettes with the longer holders to keep them from staining their fingers or lace gloves. Well, she had called him out of the rain...]
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