jacket
our muses are stuck in a rainstorm send me ‘ jacket ‘ for my muse to to give your muse their jacket
He had been too busy looking for a place to duck into for shelter to pay attention to Carlos. For the most part, he simply assumed that the other was following behind him and was just as eager to get out of the rain as he was. Clothes had already been soaked through in the couple of minutes that they had been outside — Ryder could feel the chill starting to set in, too. The sudden material draped across his shoulders made him tense for a second as attention flickered back to Carlos. “You’re gonna get soaked,” he pointed out with a raise eyebrow. As if they were not soaked through already.










