[No he did not forget— So he just sighs as he watches her for a few seconds before floating back to the birdhouse, returning to sit on the roof with his back to her.
Well.
This is a problem.
Should he try and find Clive or Jill? Joshua? Check the workshop for Mid? But ugh, flying... It was already tiresome doing this much.
Well for now, he'll just continue to sit, eyes closed as he just tries to regain his energy. Perhaps if he waits long enough he'll be able to shift out again, so if he rests out here for a bit and then return to his apartment...
But just as he's thinking that, he feels the change in the air, the cool winds blowing past, forcing him to look up. And then—
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.]
....
[As if to mock him further, rain starts to fall. It's just a light drizzle, but really? It again makes him sigh, head lowering as he stares down at the street below to watch everyone quickly scatter to find cover. Honestly—the rain feels rather good. After using all that energy, feeling the cool water against his skin was refreshing. Not to mention he never minded the rain—enjoyed it.
So whenever Benedikta happens to look out again, she'll see his tiny figure still sitting on the top of the birdhouse, shoulders hunched and head down, water droplets dripping from the end of his beard. It's a sorry sight to be sure—even if he's relaxing quite well.]
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Well.
This is a problem.
Should he try and find Clive or Jill? Joshua? Check the workshop for Mid? But ugh, flying... It was already tiresome doing this much.
Well for now, he'll just continue to sit, eyes closed as he just tries to regain his energy. Perhaps if he waits long enough he'll be able to shift out again, so if he rests out here for a bit and then return to his apartment...
But just as he's thinking that, he feels the change in the air, the cool winds blowing past, forcing him to look up. And then—
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.]
....
[As if to mock him further, rain starts to fall. It's just a light drizzle, but really? It again makes him sigh, head lowering as he stares down at the street below to watch everyone quickly scatter to find cover. Honestly—the rain feels rather good. After using all that energy, feeling the cool water against his skin was refreshing. Not to mention he never minded the rain—enjoyed it.
So whenever Benedikta happens to look out again, she'll see his tiny figure still sitting on the top of the birdhouse, shoulders hunched and head down, water droplets dripping from the end of his beard. It's a sorry sight to be sure—even if he's relaxing quite well.]