fuuka's probably just minding her own business, being a good person as she steps out of a building, and there's an extraordinarily gloomy-looking man lurking there, standing beneath the overhand. he's dressed like he's ready to go to a funeral -- not to attend, but to hold the ceremony, maybe.
he is, notably, not holding an umbrella.
he's wearing a grim look on his face, though he does notice that someone's exiting the building beside him. after what seems like a moment's consideration, he steps out of the way. like it's not second nature for him to be nice to people. (it isn't.) ]
let's do the rain thingy
fuuka's probably just minding her own business, being a good person as she steps out of a building, and there's an extraordinarily gloomy-looking man lurking there, standing beneath the overhand. he's dressed like he's ready to go to a funeral -- not to attend, but to hold the ceremony, maybe.
he is, notably, not holding an umbrella.
he's wearing a grim look on his face, though he does notice that someone's exiting the building beside him. after what seems like a moment's consideration, he steps out of the way. like it's not second nature for him to be nice to people. (it isn't.) ]