sopping wet
Send “sopping wet” for your muse to show up at my muse’s door in the middle of a storm. ((Accepting))
Hilda was fixing up the telescope when the rain came in, which forced her to go inside and monitor the radio-waves, or rather the sounds of space that the radio zeppelin drones picked up. Of course, when one of the other scientists heard a knock at the door, they were all far too busy to answer it themselves the jerks. So Hilda was the one to answer the door, figuring it might have been some sort of special delivery for parts or tools. So when she spot the small child, she was a little shocked.“Oh, Cuphead! What are you doing out here in a storm like this? You’ll catch yourself the death a cold, get in here!!” She offered, ushering the child inside. Were the guys going to be happy about the boy dripping on the floor? Probably not. But she wasn’t going to let the poor kid stay outside in such a storm. “Stay right there, I’ll get you a towel to dry off. Don’t touch anything! You’re soaked!”
