𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔.

》 IREUN ‘RAIN’ PAE; (e • dewn • pay)                ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ • ᴊᴀɴɪᴛᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʜʏᴅʀᴀ                                                                                                                          penned by oli. 

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as he was just about to completely lose his footing and fly onto his back, but just as he did, he felt someone grab a hold of his arms, pulling him back a bit to prevent him from falling. as he managed to steady himself, he finally managed to look ahead and see who it was holding onto him. as his eyes settled on the girl, feeling a sense of relief that it was just rain.

“it has to be something like that for sure.” he said, letting out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his head a bit. “you okay–?”

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    his chuckle brought a wider smile on her own features. it served as a little gateway to once again climb out of the social shell she continues to keep herself in. austin just always had an energy that did that for her. probably because she really admired his mind- and the way he thinks. after he’d stabled himself she moved back quickly, as if her touching him just in that degree made him uncomfortable. rain just wanted to be cautious. most times, she didn’t like to be touched. 

a smaller, and unconsciously dry laugh left her after he agreed. the girl tucked her hands back into her pockets where her reddened finger tips could find some warmth. “ah- yeah, i’ve got decent balance on ice-... most times.” 

Cooking and food was something that Spencer did always enjoy. But most of the watching and helping cooking and eating the food. He lived at home and had great home cooking from his parents and grand parents when they were in town. Then he moved out and right into with his at the time girlfriend and she became his wife. So had not really ever been along that much, he had someone there and someone who would always cook and made the meals for the family.  So he was pretty new to being on his own with things. He could cook some basics, but did tend to stick to take out. Even more when he was on his own and didn’t have his daughter with him. Spence did know he had few friends that worried about that, his diet now that was on his own.

He was at home doing his best to relax his last week off before going back to work. Something he wasn’t that excited for, but it was part of life. But right now he was doing his best to try and build this large playhouse that his  daughter got for Christmas and it wasn’t easy.  He sighed as he laid back on the floor of his apartment soon hearing someone at the door he jumped up. Going to the door using the peep hole to see who it was he smiled when he heard the voice “Hey’ he said opening the door. “Mind the mess.. building something” he smiled as he let her inside.

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rain didn’t mind a mess. in fact, her own home always tittered between clean and distressfully unorganized. that fact this his mess was just the chaos from setting up to what looks like a child’s play house? rain would be going insane to mind it. the sentiment was so sweet, seeing a father care so much for his daughter; even if they weren’t always together. rain almost wished her own father- wherever he was- acted like spencer. the thought quickly passed though, it was a joke in good taste but too bitter to really mean. rain smiled at the mess, and stepped in with a soft chuckle. “-... that looks like it has been an adventure.” 

her gaze flickered to the mess, slowing her steps to examine the craft as she made her way to his kitchen. “for your little one?” of course, she knew the answer- she wanted to allow him the space to brag about his daughter. it was a selfish question, but also a little selfless as well. waiting to here his voice cut through her busyness- the smaller began to set the food on a counter, removing her jacket to embrace the warmth of his apartment.  

As he realized it was Rain he was offering his bottle to it caused a big smile on his face, he enjoyed the girl’s company, even though she was very different than him, they seemed to get along alright. “Yeah, but how often do you actually see me enjoying this shit?” he sighed and placed the bottle on the ground “I usually chug back a beer on my break to keep a nice happy buzz going”.

He looked around before realizing she wasn’t even supposed to be there right now “yeah just closed up, thinking about making my way home, or going for a greasy breakfast burrito” he nudged her playfully “why are you here? miss me?”.

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that was true. he didn’t seem to actually like half of the shit he picks up and serves, she guessed that was part of the business. rain blinked for a moment, watching the bottle in his hand. it doesn’t look to appetizing either. but, then again- rain wasn’t a fan of drinking in general. to her, it was all shit. a dry, and soft laugh left her- trying to make the moment sincere. really, it did humor her that he had a bottle of alcohol when his speed was always beer; rain was just awkward. “not often.” 

rain gave him a slow nod to acknowledge his options. both seemed plausible, and probably much needed since he was there all night. had he eaten? feeling like she’d know him, she assumed he’d hadn’t eaten yet and was ready to vouch for him going to do both. “did you eat yet?” rain felt an nudge, and she leaned a little- allowing herself to feel a bit off balanced in his playfulness. without knowing it, the janitor had crinkled her nose slightly. that was a sign she didn’t know what or how she was supposed to respond. miss who? pft. austin on the other hand, she just might. “-cause my wallet, i left it. i was already on the train home when i realized.” 

rain knew how it felt to be hungry. not conventionally, when you know there is always food in your reach but- starving without knowing how or when she’ll be able to cure that empty pain. that was why she was sentimental when it came to feeding herself, and occasionally others. spence was a friend of hers that didn’t necessarily carry the same soft strictness as she, but that’s exactly why she’d tried to make it a sporadic habit to feed the man with real, and home cooked food. he’d brought this on himself though- always mentioning his constant stops to food trucks that charge more for a small wrap of food when cooking a few days supply was going to be way easier on his pockets. rain cared for things like that. 

the woman stopped at his door, a few containers of food wrapped up in a dark green silk- tied and going strong in her thin nimble fingers. after rubbing at her nose, red from the chilled air outside she knocked with a quiet sniffle. cold temperatures always made her nose run. “special delivery.” her voice friendly, but still lacking a natural sense of energy. 

"that... is a difficult question. i don’t know... like a person? who has gone through enough to just- want to be left alone i guess. i suppose my energy can be very, underwhelming? you’d have to ask a friend.” 

"when it's life or death."

"things that smell like incense! that one scent- uhm... sandalwood? and dragons blood."