Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-30 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-01, tessa |
It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
Who: Graham, Tessa, and their familiars (( poor things ))
Where: Tessa's place
When: Evening
Warning: NSFW
Whoever the hell invented The Shades and thought it was a brilliant ass fucking idea that this whole sleep being important was awesome or what not needed to have their balls lit on fire. Why? Because Graham didn't like waking up in the middle of the day to pounding rain on the building and realizing he was royally fucked until this bullshit blowed over. Awesome. And he thought he was screwed when he was human. At least he didn't get permanently damaged from not sleeping for extended periods of time. And what sucked even more was that he promised to hang out with Tessa, predominately to blow shit up and... yeah, a bit hard to do that when it was raining outside. A fire elemental and an ex-fire elemental together equalled indoor activities. Maybe they could light a hundred candles and call it a night.
Driving to her place was a wreck. Why did it have to rain this hard? Really now. Graham wasn't sure who he was pissed off more at - science or The Shades. Either way, he was able to find Tessa's place completely fine, remembering the route he took to get to her place and everything. Then again, it was a perfect summer's night and they didn't exactly get too far. Maybe she could show him that staircase they kept talking about. It didn't look like her roommate's car was in the driveway either, thus Graham pulled in and thus the battle with the rain began.
Graham always carried an umbrella on him. Always. It could be overcast and he would whip it out in fear it would pour down on him. Call it paranoia, but he hated water. At least he had a legit reason behind it now. With a bright red umbrella in hand, he refused to let this one blow away, clinging hard onto it and tried to squeeze on out of the car and not get wet at the same time. What the hell are you doing? Kismet fluttered around Graham, watching him take dramatically large steps around puddles in an attempt to reach Tessa's front door. "Trying to stay dry." You look like an idiot. "I'd look like an idiot if I was wet."
And he jumped to her front step, flailing about to regain composure and then closed his umbrella and straightened out his outfit. Kismet flew on over and landed on his head, nuzzling into his dark hair with a coo while Graham knocked a bit obnoxiously on the door, not really wanting to waste too much time in the rain. Hopefully the fire elemental would understand that much.