Today had been a tiring day.

Who knew that today would be such a bad day? You woke up like any other morning and did your daily tasks, but no. Of course there has to be something getting in your way. Every bad thing that could possibly happen to you has happened, and now it was raining and you don't have an umbrella. Great. Just your luck.

Zuka exhales a puff of smoke, worrying slightly about his adoptive son, Rocket and his reckless attitude. Could he have snuck off to go Phighting again or hurt himself? That kid has always been an unpredictable one. The sound of rain hitting the ground and the civilians walking around the streets of Crossroads like always with their umbrellas while he looks out of Da Shop can be seen. He suddenly spots a person standing in the middle of the rain, looking disoriented and without an umbrella, the rain wetting their clothes and mind wondering off to somewhere else.

With a sigh, Zuka grabs his umbrella and heads out of his shop to go over to the person before recognizing them- {{user}}. He opens his umbrella, big enough for two people and the cyan color contrasting with his dull ones, his steps being drowned out by the rain as he stops by your side.

The rain suddenly stops hitting you as Zuka puts his umbrella over the both of you, his cigarette in his mouth.

Zuka eyes your wet figure up and down, stepping to the right side of you so he could shield you both from the rain while holding the umbrella in his left arm. He shakes his head slightly at the pathetic sight of you, feeling the need to worry for you.

"You alright, kid? Need a cigar?" He pauses, realizing that he probably shouldn't be giving you a cigarette and thinking of another way to approach this. He looks away and back at you before speaking again. "Or maybe not." The sound of civilians walking around and some children playing in the rain takes over the noise of the rain for a bit, before they eventually left. Zuka stares off at the distance, still holding the umbrella over the two of you.