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Gloomy skies were never the best omen within the region of Aevium. After calamity struck, everyone would often scatter once the misfortunate concept of dreadful weather had come into play. Though for certain individuals – ones that perhaps were actively working towards recreating it as is, they had nothing to worry about when it came to the weather.
… Well, except for when it was inconvenient to them specifically.
After all, it was common knowledge that nobody liked a rainstorm. Especially not one that audibly poured against the sidewalk with a wrath in the same vein of Storm-9 itself.
“God dammit,” huffed out a short and exceedingly pissed off Xen Executive, “my hair’s gonna get all wet! My dye is goin’ to leak EVERYWHERE!”
“Yeesh, someone’s upset…” replied his taller co-worker, walking alongside him. He looked rather awkward, with his hair drenched and his gel already undone. What was supposed to be the end of a field mission had clearly turned into something a bit more disastrous than intended; this was not on either of their agendas. Unbeknownst to eachother, the two kick themselves internally for not even thinking to bring an umbrella despite the potential rain warning from this morning; it made the both of them feel just a bit dumb.
“Upset? I’m not just UPSET, Zetta,” he growls out in return, “I’m about to– oh my fuckin’ God, gimme your coat.”
“What?” the blonde narrows his eyes at him.
“I said gimme your coat, dumbass.”
A stubborn huff, rolling his eyes. “No way, jose – use your own if you’re that pissed off.”
“We’re in the middle of a RAINSTORM – and you’re sayin’ no?!” an offended gasp from Geara, “You – I thought what we had was special. I thought you loved me.”
“Eh,” he shrugs carelessly, “Get over it, you big baby. I hate it too, I’m just keeping all those complaints to myself like most normal people do.”
Some silence passes, as Geara halts in his tracks with a deathly stillness. The reluctant Executive accompanying him mutters out an “oh, boy” – before swiftly following suit and doing the same. He begins to slowly count down in his head.
… More silence passes. To the point where it was almost uncomfortable.
And then, a sudden aggressive shove from the shorter man.
“Hey!” Zetta yelps out as he staggers back, “That’s not fair, what the hell– all because I wouldn’t give you my coat?”
“Yeah, even though I asked sooo nicely!” he barks out.
“Uh, hello? You didn’t ask nicely! You quite literally fuckin’ demanded that I– that’s it, come here,” he gives a retaliating shove to his co-worker.
Though, as fate would have it… once again, he’d underestimated his own strength –
Leaving an exasperated Geara now knocked down into one of the rain puddles on the sidewalk. If looks could kill, that vexed glare just might’ve shot through Zetta’s heart.
A nervous laugh from the blonde, as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Whoops…”
Then, as if on cue, “HOW DARE YOU?! THAT’S IT, YOU’RE GONNA FUCKIN’ REGRET EVER MAKIN’ A FOOL OUTTA ME–”
… At this rate, there was a slim chance of them making it back to headquarters on time.