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Pushing back his damp hair, Elijah motioned to the person nearby. “You know, are you gonna stay there under shelter or join me? It’s just a little bit of rain… it never did anyone any harm.” He stated, running his tongue over his lips where droplets had rolled down his nose and gathered. “Or I mean, you could just talk I guess? The not talking part is probably the weirdest thing.”
“I’m a fire fairy, dude. Me and rain do not mix,” Oscar said, staying firmly under the shelter. “I can talk for days. Mainly about how much I hate the rain and storms and lightning and all that shit.”
















