[Admittedly, it's a little funny to see Riley's feathers puff up like that, but the neck thing--eugh. He flinches a little, but suppresses any facial expression he might otherwise make. A few raindrops land on Clint's whiskers, and he lets out a small snort to shake them off.]
Nah, this isn't my property. Technically, The Lighthouse owns the building--I just look after it and make sure you crazy kids don't burn it down in the process.
[A pause. Maybe that's not the right thing to say. He rubs the back of his neck, still staring down at the accumulation of feathers and whatever other junk that had been left behind on the roof top.]
But that's, uh, not relevant right now. If you're gonna stay up here in the rain, at least take this.
[He holds out the umbrella for Riley to take. More rain drips onto his head, soaking his fur in the process.]
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[Admittedly, it's a little funny to see Riley's feathers puff up like that, but the neck thing--eugh. He flinches a little, but suppresses any facial expression he might otherwise make. A few raindrops land on Clint's whiskers, and he lets out a small snort to shake them off.]
Nah, this isn't my property. Technically, The Lighthouse owns the building--I just look after it and make sure you crazy kids don't burn it down in the process.
[A pause. Maybe that's not the right thing to say. He rubs the back of his neck, still staring down at the accumulation of feathers and whatever other junk that had been left behind on the roof top.]
But that's, uh, not relevant right now. If you're gonna stay up here in the rain, at least take this.
[He holds out the umbrella for Riley to take. More rain drips onto his head, soaking his fur in the process.]
So...is, um, this a bird thing, or what?