Much was used to extreme weather, most of it did not even phase him a little. I was only when thunder storms happened that he wanted to hide and never come out. Thunder storms in the forest were even worse, he didn't understand what Robin found so fascinating about them. To him they felt like monsters, lighting up the trees and causing the animals to look entirely like demons. For him it was not a fun experience.
Neither was sitting outside in that moment. He was still very much struggling to adjust to the modern world. He at times felt as though he was barely keeping his head above water with all the new things that happened every day in Kansas. Things most people thought were common knowledge, Much had to look up on Urban dictionary or use other resources to understand. It was tiring at times. "In the forest it was worse. But my master used to like it. Robin did." He frowned, correcting himself. Robin had told him not to call him master. After all, he was a free man. When they'd returned from the Holy War Robin had given him his freedom for excellent service.
Much had earned it, now he just needed to remember. "We got in a fight." He drummed his fingertips against his knee idly and looked down at his booted feet. "I told him I hated him, but I didn't mean it." He'd been frustrated and didn't know the words otherwise..it really wasn't fair. "I said too much, it was my fault." That was how it went often. He always said too much, or did too much.