[It is too busy for his liking inside. People are flittering about like disorganized ants, and for him, the welcome solitude of being outside by himself isn't something he'd willingly pass up right now.Â
The clouds above are heavy with definite rain and he glanced up at the thick strata spread across, smoothed out across the horizon. He kept his eyes pointed upwards, ignoring the prickle of on end stood hairs that were protesting against the cold, now standing tall across the tops of his arms. But a noise made him look away, greeting the eye of a now present other]Â
Its pretty cold out here.Â













