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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING Send 🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours.
'I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.'
Soaked to the bone like poor stray mutts stuck out in the rain… wait. Luke and Pit were, or at least it started as a harmless drizzle, but the clouds kept rolling to the point it felt like the almighty Zeus himself was throwing a tantrum. He followed Luke to the nearest cave, uncaring if monsters dwelled here; it'd be a good excuse to blow off steam. Ivory wings rapidly flutter, picking up wind and dust as the Captain of Angels dries them out, shaking his head side to side - it was like a bird-dog drying itself out.
"H-Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Luke's voice rose in shock and embarrassment as he watched Pit unclip his toga. His face turned bright red, and his words came out in a yell.
"I'm getting undressed? No way am I wearing drenched clothes-icus; I'm gonna start a fire... hm? Well, duh, for our sake, but mainly yours cause unlike you, I don't get sick-icus. You'll get ill if you stay in those wet clothes and obtain natural body warmth. Pfft, what's the matter? Shy? Don't worry, I could keep you warm!"~
At least Captain Pit could make the most of it by teasing Luke. It made him feel a little better.
