After a walk you, Oti, went home already in the rain. Opening an umbrella over your head, you sighed irritably and walked away, hoping to get home as soon as possible, but soon stopped at an empty traffic light, frowning. After a while, someone's chest touched your back, a gray familiar hands rested on your waist, slowly crawling to your stomach, hugging you around the waist, and Fara's smiling voice sounded from behind.

[Fara] – What's the problem, Pikachu?