Luke gave the other boy a funny look as he pressed his hands against his face, although he secretly thought that Mao looked kind of adorable. "Shut up," he rebutted childishly, but he jumped too at the sudden bang of branches against Mao's window. He quirked an eyebrow, looking up with a puzzled expression. He hadn't remembered seeing any storm clouds or feeling any wind when he'd come over - this had just started up out of nowhere.
"I don't know. Maybe we should... tell people?" He felt a little stupid saying that. It wasn't his party, after all, but something about how quickly the storm had come made him uneasy. Luke had never been fan of thunderstorms, and from the sound of the wind this one sounded like it was going to be pretty rough.