@hunterfromthewoods asked: “The underpass keeps the rain off, don’t worry.” mutters a scrawny looking teenager sat on a sleeping bag.
ARMS FLUNG OUT TO THE SIDES, shaking them rapidly in meager effort to get the worst of the dampness from the clinging fabric of her sleeves. Sometimes wearing oversized sweaters wasn’t always in her best interests. Rain water chilled her to the bone, any brush of wind causing her entire form to STIFFEN against the weight of wet. Hair was pulled back messily, a hair tie doing all it could to contain the wild and slick tangles, but strands still stuck to her cheeks and over her eyes as she wandered beneath the shelter - if one could even consider an underpass as such.
The voice took her attention, and Cat s p a t some dribble from her lips while fingers pulled away the vision blockers. Finally able to see the other, green depths blinked rapidly a few times.
“Jus’ wish I had been here ten minutes earlier to have avoided being wet a’all.”









