Raury was a small, weedy thing. His hair was plastered to his head -- he'd been seen earlier staring up at the sky with his mouth agape, swaying softly with his paper white hands stuffed deep in his pockets, like to drown dumb in the rain. His eyes were bright with the storm. The morning had unfolded somber around them, thunder reaching down into their bones, the trees alive with the wind and rain. Raury too. The cold sheets of rain hadnt seeped into him. Just the lightning.
He'd been one of the first ones to crowd at the side door, elbows and high pitched growls making room, and he'd stuck there, front row and center. It wasn't until a tall policewoman had sidled up behind him and set a hand to her hip and shot something low at him that he'd pulled away from it. Then he slunk off, shoulders slung low, hands crowded deeper in his pockets, aw-shucksing to a safe distance away from the pink-haired policewoman and her electric glare and the ghastly yellow bus and its dark, dark windows.
And now he was here. Crowded against Cookie under her umbrella, leaking water and eyes icy in the gloom. They wandered. From the pale blonde girl he was hunched against, to the taller one across from her. He cocked his head and arched an eyebrow, mouth gone sharp and sly at the edges.
"You look stupid. What, you didn't notice the storm 'til now?"
His voice was the whine of steel on stone. He scoffed.
He also dripped wet. His shirt was soaked through and translucent. He sniffled and lifted an arm to scrub his nose red in the crook of it.
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Raury was a small, weedy thing. His hair was plastered to his head -- he'd been seen earlier staring up at the sky with his mouth agape, swaying softly with his paper white hands stuffed deep in his pockets, like to drown dumb in the rain. His eyes were bright with the storm. The morning had unfolded somber around them, thunder reaching down into their bones, the trees alive with the wind and rain. Raury too. The cold sheets of rain hadnt seeped into him. Just the lightning.
He'd been one of the first ones to crowd at the side door, elbows and high pitched growls making room, and he'd stuck there, front row and center. It wasn't until a tall policewoman had sidled up behind him and set a hand to her hip and shot something low at him that he'd pulled away from it. Then he slunk off, shoulders slung low, hands crowded deeper in his pockets, aw-shucksing to a safe distance away from the pink-haired policewoman and her electric glare and the ghastly yellow bus and its dark, dark windows.
And now he was here. Crowded against Cookie under her umbrella, leaking water and eyes icy in the gloom. They wandered. From the pale blonde girl he was hunched against, to the taller one across from her. He cocked his head and arched an eyebrow, mouth gone sharp and sly at the edges.
"You look stupid. What, you didn't notice the storm 'til now?"
His voice was the whine of steel on stone. He scoffed.
He also dripped wet. His shirt was soaked through and translucent. He sniffled and lifted an arm to scrub his nose red in the crook of it.
"So dumb, you're gonna get sick."