[Norah de Leon is sixteen years old - and she hates getting soaked. She hates getting her clothes wet, too, but the lesser of two evils!
She's gone seeking out a sheltered bus stop with her jacket removed and over her head. She feels rainwater soaking it through and weighing it down, and her arms are fr-r-reezing, but at least it'll keep her hair and her shirt dry as long as it needs do!
She scrambles straight under the overhead once she reaches the bus stop, falls back onto the bench, and pulls her legs up, hugging them to her - she'd gone out in shorts today.]
Br-r-r!
I thought it was gonna be warm!
[There's a little of a betrayed whine in her voice.]
Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck
She's gone seeking out a sheltered bus stop with her jacket removed and over her head. She feels rainwater soaking it through and weighing it down, and her arms are fr-r-reezing, but at least it'll keep her hair and her shirt dry as long as it needs do!
She scrambles straight under the overhead once she reaches the bus stop, falls back onto the bench, and pulls her legs up, hugging them to her - she'd gone out in shorts today.]
Br-r-r!
I thought it was gonna be warm!
[There's a little of a betrayed whine in her voice.]