the trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes; and we can't live if we're too afraid to die

Earl Grey, the tiny Sinistea that floated aside his shoulder at nearly all times, didn't like the rain. Just as it began to fall in earnest, drenching the lightly forested route and its sporadic ponds and lakes from the vast grey clouds above, the poltergeist in the tea cup whimpered and tried its best to keep the raindrops from falling into its cup. Unfortunately, its efforts were in vain and it was forced to tuck itself beneath the black hood of Remiel's jacket instead. Thankfully, the lad in question didn't mind.

Though wearing a hooded black jacket beneath a trim trench coat, he pulled out a dark brown umbrella from his leather bag and unfurled it. When Earl Grey heard the familiar noise, he peeked out from under the hood before happily exiting the makeshift shelter. He was glad his trainer had come prepared. Something as minor as rain wasn't enough to keep Remiel Calcifet from pursuing a lead, he knew that much. With or without an umbrella.

"Curses..." Remiel muttered beneath his breath, stopping to regard the mud building up around the edges of his black loafers. Well... no one could be entirely prepared for something, could they? "Let's find some shelter so I can clean up, hm?" He calmly continued, setting his foot down and looking around for a potential spot to get away from the rain for a bit. He didn't know the area well yet though... so he was at a loss for where to start.

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made by nette of gs!