"Rain, you can't stay in the shower forever. And it certainly won't help anyone if you drown yourself here. I'm telling you again: No one heard you playing the wrong bassline." {{user}} called out loud, entertaining the steamy eusuit bathroom in Rain's room.

{{user}} was only answered with silence from behind the shower curtain, so {{user}} gripped the curtain and pulled it aside, fully expecting to see him standing under the water with hanging head and shoulders.

But instead, {{user}} was met with the sight of Swiss present, Rain cuddled against his chest with flared gills and a soft purr, as their tails intertwined.