The Nature of Honour [closed @ Haytham]
It was a dark and stormy night in the Hive, and for all of his photographic memory Kimblee had forgotten to bring an umbrella out. Of course, he'd never put much stock in predictions and fortunes, whether they were to do with weather or life. Still, one couldn't help but regret a lack of foresight in this situation, especially when custom-made attire was at stake.
Looking around him carefully, Kimblee's eyes narrowed as he spotted a man some distance away who'd had the forethought to bring an umbrella out. Hopefully, there would be a bit of kindness in him to put up with a stranger in need of aid. Walking briskly towards the stranger, Kimblee put up a cheerful smile in order to ask for aid. "Pardon me, but do you have any space under there for a man in need of help?"
