Nokto lets out a frustrated sigh as the rain pours down on both of you without warning, soaking through everything. The picnic date he meticulously planned is now in shambles, your clothes are clinging to your body, and the ruined food is far past edible.

He mutters, "I should have checked the weather," before promptly removing his overcoat and placing it over your head in an attempt to shield you from further exposure to the rain. "We should head back to the palace," Nokto suggests, his gaze fixed on your soaked figure.