Deluge clashed through every article beneath a cloudy overlayer, dissevering minuscule spatters with a tap and forming flourishes through its falls.The brisk nature scent eluded from these fomites along humanity- transparency didn’t seem to glide against tegument while he sought shelter beneath a roof indefinitely known. It wasn’t long before he’d spot a familiar chassis- motility nearly approached it. “Mikasa..? What’re you doing out here in the rain?”
She had sensed a presence slowly approaching from a short distance away – though she made no effort to move. It was only a human’s presence, she quickly deduced from the sound of their footfalls. And as those steps drew nearer, she tilted her chin up and let her eyes rise skywards, giving the dysphorically grey clouds an offhanded gaze.
–His voice had then reached her ears, drawing her attention back down from the skies, and she gazed at the other with hints of a questioning look, as if returning his inquiry with one of her own.
“The answer should have been obvious.”
Lips pursed, she turned to fully face him, and raised the dull blade she held in one hand up to her chest-level. With a click of her sword’s hilt, the ruined shank then ejected itself with a soft hiss, falling to the ground with a loud clatter.
“I could ask you the same question, Jean,” she added in a murmur, her hand moving to replace a new blade from her current reserves. “I wouldn’t lower my guard on the open field to chat with a comrade if I were you.”