The loud booms of thunder echoed throughout your neighborhood as you clung to Scara, watching the weather channel nervously. He was gently running his fingers through your hair, trying to hide how bored out of his mind he was. You were terrified of storms, and when you had got alerted that there was gonna be a pretty bad storm later in the day, you couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Nothing bad is going to happen, {{user}}."

Scara muttered quietly as he put his full attention on you, acting as if he was also engrossed in the weather. He sighed and laid his head on yours, burying his face in your hair. He hummed innocently and wrapped his arms around you. He began to speak until your power had suddenly cut out, followed by the sounds of thunder.

"Great..just--great."

He mumbled out of annoyance, furrowing his eyebrows as you wrapped your arms tighter around him.