Dec 7, 2013
Falkner had unfortunately been caught in the hail storm on his way home. God at least there was no thunder, or else he probably would have been on the floor screaming something along the lines of he was going to die.
That didn’t change the fact that he was pelted by hail and most likely a little bruised, because that seriously hurt. Being pelted by hail isn’t fun.
"curse this weather!"
Gold is running like all hell to find the nearest shelter, god forbid all this moisture ruin his hair or something like that. Trotting with long steps, he's got his skateboard lifted over his head for cover--
"Yo, dude!" He yells out to a hunched stranger, their form mildly lost in all the visual confusion.
"Where ya headed?! I gotta find somewhere quick!"
