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☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella
Honestly, Lucy thought it was too cold from here on out to rain. Boy did mother nature ever prove her wrong, though. Raindrops felt like half-melted ice crystals splattering against her exposed face and staining her clothes several shades darker from dull impacts. Like a sentry meerkat, her head jerked from side-to-side as her eyes frantically searched for some sliver of cover from the sudden storm. She spotted a decently sized awning a couple of blocks away hovering over the entrance of a convenience store and essentially power-walked her way towards sweet, sweet shelter.
If it weren’t cold already, it was absolutely freezing now. Surely the damp layer coating her clothes did little to keep her warm, but that was what she got for being so unprepared. Between hugging her jacket close and rocking back and forth on her heels to keep moving, she nearly missed when another woman emerged from the store and came to a scuffing halt at the elements waiting for her.
“Seems like a waste, doesn’t it?” the alien spoke up, tossing the stranger a friendly smile. “If it’s going to be cold and miserable, it might as well go all the way and snow.”
