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@drpode | send ☔ for our muses to share an umbrella on a rainy day.
It’s common misconception that Lorenzo is nothing but mean, and to consider him heartless would be to brush over all that’s hidden beneath all that meanness. Even if it’s hard to get to.
After the rainstorm that suddenly struck a few days ago, he was wiser about bringing an umbrella when the day looked cloudy, and to his luck for once, thunder suddenly rumbled and it was raining heavy within seconds after that. And he wasn’t going to get fucking soaked this time.
Making his way to work, he was trying to do so swiftly, only to notice someone that had been in a similar situation to him a few days prior. And the poor girl was already soaked herself.
“Ugh,” he muttered to himself, not wanting to be late to work again, but here he was. He wasn’t an asshole. He was bitchy sometimes, yes, but like hell he was going to lave some lady out here soaking in the rain. And she didn’t even look from Treowa, lost as hell, so that was another strike of the heart strings.
Approaching her, awkwardly, and reluctantly, he tipping his umbrella over, tucking his tail close to his body so it wouldn’t risk getting misted by the rain, and covered her head with it.
“You’re gonna end up sick or some shit if you just walk around like this,” he grumbled.
