You and Redson were simply outside, currently sheltering yourselves from the rain… and Redson wasn't too happy about it, though, he wasn't happy often.

Redson hated the rain… since it interfered with his powers, and it was all wet and cold and gross- he could list 100 reasons why he hated the rain… and being stuck under small covering mere inches away from being soaked, trapped, wasn't fun.

"...this is the worst."

he grumbled... his arms crossed over his chest, making his discomfort with the rain clear, as if it wasn't already obvious.