Even though he’s been trained to handle all varieties of inclement weather, that doesn’t mean Iruka has to like it. He grimaces in somewhat childish annoyance as the skies open up on top of his head, and since he has nowhere to be anytime soon, he finds an awning to duck under and makes a mental note to get his umbrella back from a certain white-haired elf.
With a quiet snort to himself, Iruka figures that conversation will end in him just buying a new one. Neither outcome does him much good right now, however, and so he sighs instead and resigns himself to sheltering here for awhile.
It’s as he’s untying his hair and twisting it up into a bun to keep it from dripping so much down his neck that a girl appears next to him, presumably to escape the storm too. Mildly surprised, but more amused, Iruka chuckles and decides to greet the newcomer. “Hello there.”
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