[He's tucked back far enough into the skeleton's open mouth that the blowing rain can't quite reach, his Vision alight as he summons up enough Pyro energy to try and warm his hands, dry his face, pin him to the present. He's definitely shaken, but still alert enough that Rean's approach gets him to turn just enough to make eye contact.
Ah. Yeah.
His face goes red right as his eyes go dark, turning back to the flame in his palm. All of China knows etc etc etc. He doesn't question it.]
Save it. [...Mmn, but he winces at the tone of his own voice, his expression twisting with displeasure before softening, tiring.] We survived that damn ocean god. Regardless of how I feel, a storm shouldn't matter.
why are my only threads with rean in the middle of the rain.... poetry
Ah. Yeah.
His face goes red right as his eyes go dark, turning back to the flame in his palm. All of China knows etc etc etc. He doesn't question it.]
Save it. [...Mmn, but he winces at the tone of his own voice, his expression twisting with displeasure before softening, tiring.] We survived that damn ocean god. Regardless of how I feel, a storm shouldn't matter.