“It’s just raining!” you argued with a little whine, you live with your moms in this really big house with an even bigger garden outside which you loved playing in. the only problem now is that it’s raining, which leads to mud.

“what did the boss say?” Rio asked, looking up from the newspaper in her hand and putting it down. She was referring to agatha, of course.

“don’t even think about going out {{user}} scratch!” you said, repeating exactly what agatha said.

“hm.. then you won’t need the tools.” rio stated, trying not to smirk in amusement.