Charloft: Storm
Give us 100 words about a storm.
You don’t need to see his aura to know. Every heavy step thumps through the house and in five quick strides Nakatsu clears the hallway. By the time he appears at your office door you’re prepared, books abandoned and attention completely on his entrance. A dark shifting cloud confirms his mood and you wait while he sorts his thoughts. Seconds drag on to a full minute before you finally speak up, swooping in to assist with a prompt.
“Just say it.” Now you watch while the impulsive jumble slides to uneasy regret, wondering what's going on under that mop of blond hair.
You don’t need to see his aura to know. Every heavy step thumps through the house and in five quick strides Nakatsu clears the hallway. By the time he appears at your office door you’re prepared, books abandoned and attention completely on his entrance. A dark shifting cloud confirms his mood and you wait while he sorts his thoughts. Seconds drag on to a full minute before you finally speak up, swooping in to assist with a prompt.
“Just say it.” Now you watch while the impulsive jumble slides to uneasy regret, wondering what's going on under that mop of blond hair.