Trickles of water ran over his skin, darkened his clothes, dampened them. His head lifted towards the sky, dragging his dreads down and they hanged there like inky snakes. Luckily the rain wasn't heavy enough to make his paint run from his face. Although he would be wise to get out of it soon, but there was no movement, aside from the slow raising and falling of his thorax in cadence with his breathing.
The chance that someone else, an outsider, could see his face was too high though, and eventually his chin did lower. Purple-tinted eyes scanning his surroundings for a moment, before he scoffed to himself. His hands automatically bringing themselves to his front, resting lightly over his stomach before he moved away. He was done here, at least for now..
