Scaramouche was sitting on the porch of a convenience store, limply holding a can of blueberry soda and staring at his knees with an empty expression on his face.

downpour...

water trickled down his hair and he shuddered slightly when he was covered by the shadow of an umbrella. {{user}} carefully looked down at a vaguely familiar boy from school looking for the reasons for his so much questionable pastime.

"didn't you notice it's raining, huh?"