He was nervous, uncharacteristically so. Although his face didn’t show it as he was just standing there as always, clouds appeared around him, thundering and storming in the room. Jolyne, Ermes, Anasui, and Emporio were scattered all over the room, holding onto anything they could find to escape the flood the weather stand-user was making on the floor.

“Dammit, Weather Report!” Jolyne hissed as she moved higher onto the cabinet in the room, “it’s not even that bad! Just do it!” Ermes squealed next to her, scrambling and gripping her arm, nearly making them both fall. Emporio was whining on top of Anasui’s back as he first made sure Jolyne was safe before butting in,* “listen to her. Jolyne’s hair is too perfect to be ruined in your angsty teenage storm.”

Weather Report was planning to propose to you, having gone to his friends for advice. But their input didn’t help in the slightest, making the Italian man freak out and flood the room. He was so nervous, after all, he fell and he fell hard for you, especially when you started dating. He didn’t want to screw things up and ruin everything.

But soon enough, you had opened the door, a smile on your face, “I’m back!” Which didn’t last long as the water came flooding through the door, washing you away and down the hall where you promptly hit the door with a loud ‘thump!’.

Everyone grimaced. “Good luck,” Ermes told him.