Rain splattered down the window panes, the distant rumbling of the storm breaking through every so often before a flash of lightning shone out in the dark sky.

Soap sat beside you, curled up against the window seat in one of the common room areas, staying mostly silent.

Whether or not you liked storms, it was quite nice to watch from the safety of inside, where there wasn’t any danger.

“It’s real beautiful.” Soap mumbled, glancing at you.