“Sing that song again, Soot.”
“No buts! You said anything, and this is my anything.”
A sigh escaped the lips of the other, the sound almost angelic to him. Wait- what?
Shaking his head to clear that thought from his mind deciding to shift his focus back toward the grumbling Brit.
“Fine- but only since I’m a man of my word.”
A small smile fitted onto his face. He was excited- a word that didn’t seem appropriate to what he was feeling- it was missing something, but the need to focus won over, so he opted to ignore it. That was always the best option. Right?
“We’ll meet again~”
“Don’t know where-”
“Don’t know when!”
“But I know we’ll meet again”
“Some rainy day~”
Confusion filled the air as he looked at the grinning Brit.
“You got a line wrong-”
Being cut off was never fun, so when it happened to him, let’s say he was a bit angry. (understatement of the century). Before he could say anything, a drop of water touched his shoulder; looking up, he noticed the sky had become overcast, clouds scudding by like huge smoky cotton balls. It had started to rain, and thunder roared heavily above, bringing a shower of heavy rainfall that doused the two. The rain felt thick-like gasoline. Grabbing the brit’s hand, they ran through the rain, they would most likely be drenched by the time they got to any shelter -though the rain didn’t feel bad, quite the opposite, it felt almost blissful, running through the rain as the brits -no.- Wilbur"s laughter echoed behind him, Wilbur, smiling so hard- it looked like it hurt.