[He looks away from the relentlessly pummeled puddle in the street, caught by surprise when that familiar voice interrupts his attempts to mentally stop the rain.]
Kotetsu.
[It'd slipped his mind the Police Station was nearby. It would have been far better shelter than a bus stop...
He almost asks how Kairi is, why he's out so late, but there's a question in the air and he remembers just where he is isn't exactly what one would call the ideal conversation place. Does he need a ride... yes.]
No.
[...]
... yes.
[His pride is wounded, but the milk. His suffering is pointless if the milk goes to waste sitting here for hours waiting for the rain to stop.]
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Kotetsu.
[It'd slipped his mind the Police Station was nearby. It would have been far better shelter than a bus stop...
He almost asks how Kairi is, why he's out so late, but there's a question in the air and he remembers just where he is isn't exactly what one would call the ideal conversation place. Does he need a ride... yes.]
No.
[...]
... yes.
[His pride is wounded, but the milk. His suffering is pointless if the milk goes to waste sitting here for hours waiting for the rain to stop.]