It was a cold, snowy day. And Rain was sick, he had a meltdown earlier and it was still bothering him, he hated being different than everyone else.

He made a soft sound as he buried himself under the pile of blankets he had, listening to soft music on his headphones as he sniffled from the cold. Humming softly.

He shifted a bit when he heard your voice call out, he wasn’t very verbal, but he smiled softly when he saw you enter the common room. He squeaked happily, making you smile.