Who The Flak || Jamie & Flak
@i-dont-give-a-flak
Jamie sighed, making his way to the Port. It was rainy and he wore a long yellow rain poncho, making him look particularly small and dainty in this weather, but he honestly could care less.
He looked around. Why did he come here again? Honestly, he had just been planning a quick trip to grab a coffee and come sit at the pier for a break, but the thunderstorm had broke and he was regretting his decision almost immediately. Some break! Not that it mattered, since he had to be out in this weather anyways. It didn’t particularly bother him; in fact, he enjoyed the rain. But being out in public in the rain? Not so much.
His eyes darted around, and he turned around, deciding he wanted to get out of there. Until…something made him turn back around. A familiar presence? Yes. Of something not human? It seemed like it…. His eyes found his way to a slightly shorter man and he narrowed his eyes. No way! A harvest sprite?!
“Hey!” Jamie suddenly yelled, pointing at the man and making his way towards him. “The hell’s a Harvest Sprite doin’ here?!” He said in a loud voice as he stomped over. He honestly couldn’t fathom why one would be here on the Port of Arcadia, but he had questions!
