Marco liked the feeling of the rain considerably less than Oliver did. It was light, but it still kind of assaulting, and after jerking his head back and forth a few time to try to keep from getting tense, he pulled his hood up over his head and pulled the drawstrings so his face was hidden, giving him the look of South Park's Kenny in red. "What? I don't know, okay." Oliver's words never really sunk in, and eager to lose the guy, Marco started across the yard and down the hill, muttering to himself and checking over his shoulder every few steps to see how close his chaperone was. Every time he turned back around, he did his best to put more of a distance between himself and Oliver, which he was sure would have been easier if his legs weren't so short and Oliver wasn't a giant.
"Why are you walking so... so loud?" he asked after a bit.