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[kissedabull]

It's raining.

The skies have picked this moment to utterly open up, and without warning too. Maniac was running the way he usually does, down the alleys, up the street, anywhere he can just to be able to move and leave the world behind for a few moments. Sometimes he runs backwards and remembers racing Mars Bar, but that tends to make him frown.

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[somanyghosts]

While he's busy peering out at the rain (after he's been standing there a few minutes), a towel hits Jeffrey from behind, tossed lightly.

[kissedabull]

...oi!

Maniac blinks in some confusion, but decides to accept the existance of towels from heaven. He turns around, already starting to dry his hair, and his face splits into a wide grin.

"Hey, Ms. Plourr."

[somanyghosts]

Plourr groans, standing with her arms crossed over her chest. She's a little damp herself, but not too bad; she'd jogged from one building to the next. "Would you cut that out? It's Plourr. No Ms."

[kissedabull]

Maniac wrinkles his nose at her. "Plourr, then. Haven't seen you in a while."

[notanoptimist]

If he ducked inside quickly enough, maybe he missed it. 'It' being the young man standing in the street with his arms out and his face tilted to the sky.

Sokka's getting soaked and-- doesn't really seem to mind at all! Maybe he's used to the wet and cold.

[kissedabull]

Maybe he missed it ducking inside, sure, but looking out again it's pretty obvious. Maniac contemplates the possibilty that the guy hasn't figured out he can duck into the hotel, then rejects it.

Leaning his hread out, "You'll get soaked!"

[notanoptimist]

"I know, isn't it awesome?"

Dropping his chin, Sokka grins at the younger boy, hands down to slip into his pockets. "What's up with you, Jeff?"

[kissedabull]

"It's rain," Maniac points out sensibly. But hey, if Sokka's enjoying it, he's not one to say no.

Remaining in the shelter of the building, he shrugs. "Not much. Running, a bit. I don't think there's a way out. You?"