The first raindrop hit Reno's face, and he squinted up at the ceiling, wondering if there was a busted pipe somewhere.
The second raindrop hit his face about the same time he realized he couldn't actually pick out a soggy part of the ceiling anywhere.
And then the deluge happened, and his confusion was replaced with irritation and a stream of curse words that wasn't fit for use in polite company.
"--Shiva's tits, Fandom!"
Because of course Fandom was doing this, right? Reno was hurrying now, to pack some of the papers up off of his desk. Most of them weren't important, he was pretty sure, but there wasn't a hell of a lot of time to check before everything would be sodden through anyway.
He barely had time to hiss between his teeth at a deep papercut that his rushing had rewarded him with by the time the rain had already soothed it and healed it away.
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The second raindrop hit his face about the same time he realized he couldn't actually pick out a soggy part of the ceiling anywhere.
And then the deluge happened, and his confusion was replaced with irritation and a stream of curse words that wasn't fit for use in polite company.
"--Shiva's tits, Fandom!"
Because of course Fandom was doing this, right? Reno was hurrying now, to pack some of the papers up off of his desk. Most of them weren't important, he was pretty sure, but there wasn't a hell of a lot of time to check before everything would be sodden through anyway.
He barely had time to hiss between his teeth at a deep papercut that his rushing had rewarded him with by the time the rain had already soothed it and healed it away.
...
"You're shittin' me."
So, probably not Fandom, then.