[The suddenness with which the large figure emerges from the orchard is startling, to say the least. Kouyuki even finds his hand clenching his umbrella more tightly, making certain the rain hasn't slicked his grip. His toes shift in his sneakers and he feels the soft earth move beneath him. If a need to run arises, that will undoubtedly slow him down. But he knows this terrain. He's run it countless times in all manner of weather. For that reason, there's a confidence to the way he holds himself, back straight, chin level, and his gaze unfaltering as he searches for some idea of who is beneath that hood.
And when he finally does get a good look at who it is, it's as if all the pieces have finally slipped into place. If nothing else, he should have recognized that voice when Luci broadcasted that song. Why didn't he?]
But I'm not the one who looks like a drowned rat. [He glances at his umbrella, keeping his head of fluffy hair fairly dry, and then back at Guts. Or Gabe, as he knows him.] I told you that you'd need that stuff.
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And when he finally does get a good look at who it is, it's as if all the pieces have finally slipped into place. If nothing else, he should have recognized that voice when Luci broadcasted that song. Why didn't he?]
But I'm not the one who looks like a drowned rat. [He glances at his umbrella, keeping his head of fluffy hair fairly dry, and then back at Guts. Or Gabe, as he knows him.] I told you that you'd need that stuff.