Although he doesn't get to go out and experience it much for himself, Luhan enjoys the rain just as much as he enjoys being left alone, and so even if he's not really alone at the moment, what with the lounge being occupied by a few other souls, he's enjoying watching the rain pouring down from inside where he sits along one of the many window seats. It mesmerises and calms the small fox with mild social anxiety and a soft spoken demeanour, and he absentmindedly plucks at the hem of his overworn sweatshirt that he can't bother parting with, even if it's grown noticeably old.
It startles him deathly when a bolt of thunder cracks entirely too loudly for his liking, and while Luhan adores the rain, thunder isn't necessarily under the same category. He lets out a strangled, but quiet yelp of terror before falling backwards and subsequently off of the seat, much to his embarrassment and displeasure. Flattening his ears unhappily, he notices that the hem he'd been picking at had also ripped in the process. Could anything get any worse?
