[ Tama pouts, arms crossing; taking out an umbrella is so normal to his existence that he doesn't think much about it at first, or look away from Matoba. ] Well, I was planning to cash in my free food, since you cruelly didn't share those little...
[ It's the smell, that makes him trail off. His sense of smell has always been particularly sensitive, maybe to account for his ability to weave in and out of aural and visual focus; but the scent of rain is one that overpowers even the salty, sugary lobby of the cafe and theater. He looks off to the glass doors, first staring out at the downpour, then seeing his own reflection in the glass. He can hear his heart beat in time with the downpour, and it draws him to the doors like a man in a trance. ]
...rain. [ He doesn't sound spirited anymore, or even like the same person. There's a certain dullness when he glances back at Matoba. ] Has it...rained here, before?
i will release you from this endless waltz of a thread soon i swear
[ It's the smell, that makes him trail off. His sense of smell has always been particularly sensitive, maybe to account for his ability to weave in and out of aural and visual focus; but the scent of rain is one that overpowers even the salty, sugary lobby of the cafe and theater. He looks off to the glass doors, first staring out at the downpour, then seeing his own reflection in the glass. He can hear his heart beat in time with the downpour, and it draws him to the doors like a man in a trance. ]
...rain. [ He doesn't sound spirited anymore, or even like the same person. There's a certain dullness when he glances back at Matoba. ] Has it...rained here, before?