tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
An invitation to help Felix help with monsoon prep had been surprising but not unwelcome, and as you wander the street toward the meeting place you can't help wonder if this is some sort of trap. Not a malicious one, you're sure, but maybe the kid is going to try to use you to get drunk for the first time, or teach him how to pick up women - you don't fucking know.
The air is heavy and the sky is grey, threatening rain without any actual action. You love it, honestly: the feeling of pressure changing and dropping, the promise of petrichor, the mulling of clouds. You wonder if the kid has seen anything like a proper storm, or if his trees that block out the sky keep those at bay, too.
Well, he's about to find out.
You catch sight of him easily, still paler than most of the youths in Haulani and sitting there jittering like a leaf on a tree. "Felix!" you call out as you approach him, plopping down onto the bench and exaggeratedly splaying out your arms across the back of it, for all the world incredibly relaxed. "People watchin'? See anythin' in'erestin'?"
The air is heavy and the sky is grey, threatening rain without any actual action. You love it, honestly: the feeling of pressure changing and dropping, the promise of petrichor, the mulling of clouds. You wonder if the kid has seen anything like a proper storm, or if his trees that block out the sky keep those at bay, too.
Well, he's about to find out.
You catch sight of him easily, still paler than most of the youths in Haulani and sitting there jittering like a leaf on a tree. "Felix!" you call out as you approach him, plopping down onto the bench and exaggeratedly splaying out your arms across the back of it, for all the world incredibly relaxed. "People watchin'? See anythin' in'erestin'?"
ZEPHYR
