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                       _{The opening of an umbrella brings a flickering curious glance while gazing upwards to the returned shelter over her head. A splash of stagnant drops as the threshold is thrown open and thus sprinkling down, eyes fluttering and squeezing shut to avoid rain falling into eyes — as if a little water would somehow hurt her vision.}

                          _{☀   —-   “ … happy to meet me like this? When I’m soaking wet — and look like a mess? ” Bitter chuckle from her lips while shaking her head, completely dismissing his words. Head lowers to gape aimlessly at her reflection in the rapidly growing puddle beneath her feet. A corner of his silhouette is visible too, now, only in the very edge of the puddle before cut off completely. Ripples spread, silhouettes blurred. She blinks and then returns her attention to him. ” .. whatever you say. ” A sigh.
                        It could perhaps be her own imagination but each quick glance back up the sky serves to reaffirm that it’s growing darker each minute, yet it’s still mid afternoon - the sun is not due to set for hours. Tugging the corner of lip between her teeth she proceeds to pat her palms against the sodden fabric of pleated skirt now lying in wrinkles against her legs, a steady drum to a beat composed silently in her head. The forecast had predicted rain showers and nothing more, but there’s always that chance for surprise. Here’s hoping the original prediction holds true.} 

_{A small chuckle passes from lips that have begun to tremble from cold. In truth, it is quite warm out, but being drenched from head to foot in not-so-warm water has left him shivering, nonetheless. With the hand that doesn’t hold the umbrella, he reaches across himself to briefly squeeze her hand.}

     _{❄~ “I’m happy to meet you no matter what you look like, songbird.”}

_{She seems nervous, somehow. Antsy in the way that hands pat against skirt. It makes his own fingers want to drum against the bench or maybe his knee, a pianist’s quirk, but he restrains them. Perhaps she is worried about the bus arriving. He supposes she would have quite a far walk home, if that were the case. His own apartment was rather close, truthfully, and it was only the lack of umbrella that had prompted him to wait for a better mode of transporation. That in mind, he made an offer.}

     _{❄~ “Would you like to come to my apartment, if the bus doesn’t show? It’s much closer. Of course, you’re welcome if the bus does show, too, but you might want to get home …”}

_{It’s her soaking clothing he’s thinking of, and his complete lack of female attire at his own apartment. At his family’s house, he might have been able to offer her Kaiko’s clothes, but even that’s doubtful, since Kaiko is young and quite short for her age. Kaito supposes that, in a pinch, he could find her something to cover herself with. He’s not quite sure how comfortable he’d be able to make her, though.}