Kind of you to worry, but I believe I'm beyond harm.
He lifts his hands, looking through the hole in his palm at the sky. Ah, rain. It feels very very good, to stand here with the sky falling on his face. Nothing at all like Waterfall's constant dripping.
(There's a book on the ground by his... feet. If there are feet under his coat.)
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Date: 2016-12-11 03:11 am (UTC)He lifts his hands, looking through the hole in his palm at the sky. Ah, rain. It feels very very good, to stand here with the sky falling on his face. Nothing at all like Waterfall's constant dripping.
(There's a book on the ground by his... feet. If there are feet under his coat.)
And then his attention turns back to them.
I'd rather not miss it.