--dulseth
It was raining, a little too hard for comfort. The soft padding against the concrete distracted the male for quite some time before he finally realized that it was only just water. Colors were melting away from the sky overhead, and left nothing but various shades of a mixture between gray and slate. He didn't know how long he had been perched there at the train station, his phone had died hours ago, and there was something else much more concern worthy at the moment. A small puppy collapsed on all fours, whimpering at his feet waited beside him, hooded by a black blazer that was now not only drenched, but also muddy at the sleeves and other portions. The outlaw didn't seem to mind however.
The trip consisted well over ten minutes to arrive at the shelter. L.Joe only knew because he kept count of the seconds in his head, carrying the small animal in his arms. He wasn't sure if this was even the place to be, or if he should've dropped the puppy off at the pound, but he only knew it was inevitable to leave it under this weather in its weak condition. Wrapped securely in the muddy article of clothing, the young dog's eyes were sealed shut. It seemed to be sleeping, or trying to.Â
Entering the building, the rebel hadn't realized how soaked he was, only until he felt the slush of liquid sponge at the padding of his shoes, leaving traces of water behind him. Guilt washed over his frame, but not enough for his concern to melt away from the puppy's condition. He kept the animal at his chest, skimming his eyes around the interior of the shelter, "Excuse me?" He wearily called out, "Can someone help me? I found this little guy-- And I don't know what's wrong with him."
