[ As though the fucking sun wasn't enough, now the rain wants to get in on the party and burn his skin off too. Rin's not even about this. He's moving quickly through the streets, trying to find some place to hunker down until the storm breaks, scowling to himself as the rain eats unattractive holes in his fine clothes. He can mend them well enough; he made them in the first place--but the inconvenience (not to mention the slight hiss of pain) is unacceptable.
Thus, Dany doesn't have to invite him twice. He darts over to her, quick as a shot. He's lean and lithe and doesn't take up much space, but this is very close quarters.
He offers an apologetic smile. ]
So terribly sorry, my lady. Hopefully this wretched rain will allow us a bit of respite soon.
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Thus, Dany doesn't have to invite him twice. He darts over to her, quick as a shot. He's lean and lithe and doesn't take up much space, but this is very close quarters.
He offers an apologetic smile. ]
So terribly sorry, my lady. Hopefully this wretched rain will allow us a bit of respite soon.