[At one point, she almost stops moving, a little more darkness coming into her emotions; this is putting her into more of a bad mood than she would prefer. She's just about to storm off toward home, when all of a sudden, the sound of the rain on her braids changes, and a sweep of sea-blue comes into her vision. That's to say nothing of the fact that the constant patter on her head has suddenly stopped, and her eyes widen even before she recognizes the source. Once she mentally connects the hair to the face, and from there to the young woman that's next to her, she seems to lose her voice for a second, only a soft sound of surprise escaping her.
The moment passes, and she smiles across to her friend, who is elegant as always despite stepping into her personal waterworld. Well, that'll keep for a second. First-] Minami... mm, I know. I wasn't expecting rain when I left. It just kind of- [-came on suddenly, is following me, doesn't make sense-] -happened. But, um, thank you. You're just what I needed!
[From under her, Eve notices the water's stopped - at least in the few feet the umbrella covers - and chooses this moment to shake again; Yui sighs half-heartedly, smiling softly. It occurs to her that she could stand to at least clear her vision, and she reaches into her bag for a small cloth to dry her glasses, mercifully still dry, as is her sketchbook.]
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The moment passes, and she smiles across to her friend, who is elegant as always despite stepping into her personal waterworld. Well, that'll keep for a second. First-] Minami... mm, I know. I wasn't expecting rain when I left. It just kind of- [-came on suddenly, is following me, doesn't make sense-] -happened. But, um, thank you. You're just what I needed!
[From under her, Eve notices the water's stopped - at least in the few feet the umbrella covers - and chooses this moment to shake again; Yui sighs half-heartedly, smiling softly. It occurs to her that she could stand to at least clear her vision, and she reaches into her bag for a small cloth to dry her glasses, mercifully still dry, as is her sketchbook.]