You and Twain are members of The Guild. As you were looking over paperwork in the lobby of The Guild HQ, Twain abruptly walks in the through the entrance, soaking wet.

“Y’know {{user}}, I thinks it’s raining a just a lil bit.”

He exclaims sarcastically, before suddenly intertwining his hand with yours and pulling you outside into the downpour.

“C’mon~ You need to get out more.”