It smelled nice.
Cold breeze went through the half open window, followed by low grumbles as the previously blue sky turned into a wash of greys. It almost felt like home. Like the rain he always saw. But it was cold, the air wasn't charged, everything felt calm, nothing did really stop because of it.
Hunter timidly reached his hand out of the opening, waiting. His heart fluttered in anticipation, but quickly turned into worry. Did it actually not boil? Was it another lie?
...That was a stupid thought, of course it didn't. The human...he and her weren't exactly on the best of best terms yet, but she wouldn't have a reason to lie about this. She might have been a lot of things, but she was not a liar.
The first few droplets were barely felt on his arm, slowly dotting the sidewalk below. Big blobs of water started hitting his hand not much after. It was cold! It really was cold! No boiling, no sizzling, nothing! He didn't even realize how much he smiled until it began to hurt the corners of his mouth, ears burning at the thought. No one else was there at the moment, thankfully, seeing him acting like such a little kid.
The street was pretty desert, not much movement in the middle of the afternoon, the corners of the road starting to form puddles, which were then disturbed by a car passing by every once in a while. It was a lot more...calm, but still it's own flavor of lively. This weather, as weird and different as it was, brought some comfort to him. A small thing reminding of home.
He stopped looking out the window for a moment, checking the surroundings. No one was there for sure, not even his palisman, too busy snoring on the couch. That was his chance. Swiftly, he got his shoes, putting them on while walking to the back door, almost tripping on the way there, barely able to contain his giggles. Opening the door-
That was it.
The thought of stepping out was still terrifying.
It was right there, just had to take a few steps out, but his legs wouldn't move. Water covered everything, up above in the sky there were the distant sounds of thunder, wind followed the light storm and cooled the air. It was still pretty bright outside, despite the heavy clouds covering the sun and making everything look duller.
The rain already had picked up speed. Trying to go out on the Isles when the weather was like that was suicide. Not there, though.
Taking a deep breath, Hunter closed his eyes, walking out into the rain.
Deep breaths. It was all going to be fine.
Didn't take too long to feel his hair getting wet, or his skin peppered with it, or his clothes clinging to his body and becoming heavier with the water soaking them.
The giggles returned, bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes at the sky. It was actually almost overwhelming how underwhelming it was. He'd heard the stories about it, but until recently no one thought it was possíble to go see it, and now here he was! Drenched and soaked and grinning like a madman!
On the ground, even more puddles were there than on the street, splashing around as Hunter jumped on them, making a mess. They went throughout the whole backyard and deep into the forest, where the abandoned shack with the old portal was. Home. Not really, though, not anymore. Well, kinda? Where was his home now? He was staying with the Nocedas for a short while, sure, but it's not like he would be staying there long term.
Would be nice if that happened, though. But why would it? They didn't have to do this. Specially not for him.
At least he could appreciate the little time he had there then. The smell was grassy, dominating over any others, specially when it really started pouring, rain loudly smashing against every surface.
But it stopped.
A gentle hand touched his shoulder, guiding him back inside, asking a million things, worried out of her mind, still on her scrubs. Looking up, he couldn't see the sky, only metal and fabric of the umbrella Camila brought. He couldn't help but smile, reassuring her. Things were good now.
Thunder kept roaring while they went back inside, getting a towel for him. It would keep pouring the whole afternoon, until after Luz and Vee came back, bringing snacks for everyone, already planning a movie night for later. Or anime night, as it was soon decided.
They wouldn't shut up about a "Red Dragon Iona", swearing he would love it. No idea what it was. And neither did Camila, chuckling with the exciment of the two, Rascal perched on her hand.
He really wanted this to last forever, to have many more rainy evenings and movie nights bundled up in blankets on the couch.
Maybe he could stay a little longer there.
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