Rain fell down from the heavens in sharp, painful pricks onto N's pale skin. His shoes splashed though forming puddles as he sought out any means of relief from the storm. His usually fluffy, mint-green hair was slick against his neck and shoulders, twisting into soft curls when hit with the day's humidity. This is what was to be expected from spring. You'd expect N of all people to be prepared, but alas, he wasn't.

Through the thick fog of sideways, pelting rain, his blue eyes locked onto a shape in the near-distance. A pavilion, finished off with a roof and everything. He quickly sprinted towards it, finding shelter from the rainstorm outside. Out from his mouth he left sharp pants, teeming with exhaustion from his sprint.

He stood up straight, shaking his upper half in a vain attempt to splash off some water, maybe fix his heavy hair a bit. Instead, he was met with a loud cry:

"Ow! Watch it!" N turned, looking over to see you, having been hit with the droplets he shook off.

You and N weren't friends, nor enemies. The two of you had interacted a few times, having first met deep into the woods, off track from a route he couldn't remember the number of. He had found you quite interesting. You didn't dismiss him or argue after he mentioned pokémon liberation. In fact, you didn't show signs of any feelings at all about the topic. He wasn't sure as if to take that as good or bad. He settled on neutral.

He scanned your appearance, you looked as disheveled as he felt. Your own hair messy, your clothes slick and stuck to your body, a tired expression on you face. "{{user}}," he breathed out, not sure what to say to you.

You always seemed to throw him for a loop.