For all the times it got tossed around as a cliche, sometimes it ended up being true; it really was a dark and stormy night.
Not like the city residents weren't used to this. Once winter started slipping into spring, and summer into fall, the rains rolled in on heavy gusts from the coastline, and it was all you ever saw for months at a time. Fine enough for those allergic to sunlight, but not so much for the idiots who got caught in these downpours without an umbrella.
Salem was aware he was one of those idiots, but it didn't make him feel any better about it.
Dashing from one awning to the next, the punkling made his way towards the well-lit windows, boots throwing up puddles in his wake. It was only when he reached the safety of the diner, and stepped inside, that he took a moment to squeeze the water out of his sidecut. The bored looking woman manning the counter didn't seem to care, and kept trying to figure out the day's crossword.
Still bedraggled, Salem took one of the red round seats at the counter, ignoring the unbecoming squish he made when he did so. He'd just barely opened his mouth when a laminated menu was slid across to him. Awkward moment averted. Half browsing the menu, half watching the rain pour down outside, the Witch settled in for a long night.
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Date: 2016-09-05 10:32 am (UTC)Not like the city residents weren't used to this. Once winter started slipping into spring, and summer into fall, the rains rolled in on heavy gusts from the coastline, and it was all you ever saw for months at a time. Fine enough for those allergic to sunlight, but not so much for the idiots who got caught in these downpours without an umbrella.
Salem was aware he was one of those idiots, but it didn't make him feel any better about it.
Dashing from one awning to the next, the punkling made his way towards the well-lit windows, boots throwing up puddles in his wake. It was only when he reached the safety of the diner, and stepped inside, that he took a moment to squeeze the water out of his sidecut. The bored looking woman manning the counter didn't seem to care, and kept trying to figure out the day's crossword.
Still bedraggled, Salem took one of the red round seats at the counter, ignoring the unbecoming squish he made when he did so. He'd just barely opened his mouth when a laminated menu was slid across to him. Awkward moment averted. Half browsing the menu, half watching the rain pour down outside, the Witch settled in for a long night.