@perennialfluff // continued from [x]
“I’m fine, I just--uh, I just need to crash somewhere for tonight.” Raphie replies quietly, easily. He very pointedly ignores the majority of Felix’s questions, save for the important ones. “I’m on the corner of Baseline and 82nd, but I can walk your way if that’ll make it faster.”
The rain is absolutely torrential, hitting him cold and sharp like ice and soaking him to the bone. When he left McDonald’s and started heading home he’d been drenched within seconds--now he’s sopping wet, dripping like he’s just jumped out of the shower. He blinks a few times to keep the rainwater out of his eyes.
Raphie isn’t easy to fright, but his cold, huddled form flinches just ever-so-slightly at the loud boom of thunder, and again at the flash of light that cuts across the sky.
Maybe he should find some cover.
“Don’t worry too much about getting here soon. I’m alright.” He insists--Felix is going to worry too much anyhow, though. And, Raphie thinks, almost rightfully so. It’s not every day your friend calls you at two in the fucking morning and asks you to pick him up out of the middle of a thunderstorm.
God.
Raphie pushes his dripping hair up and out of his eyes, gaze flickering around to make sure he’s still the only one out. He is, as far as he can see. Unfortunately, it doesn’t bring him too much relief. He’s still out in the rain, and he’s still making Felix worry. He hadn’t answered Felix’s question regarding his safety, but he doesn’t think ‘on the corner of Baseline and 82nd’ really qualifies as a safe place to be at two in the morning.
