First observation made about rain: it's fucking cold. Not that the weather wasn't already cold in the first place, but the droplets of it that fall and slowly start soaking their clothes and hair are definitely enough to make Zelos shiver when they touch skin. He jumps a little, his second observation hitting late: this, it's a lot different than what he'd thought it'd be while he'd observed it from behind intricate glass windows, less impersonal, more real. He's no stranger to water, but rain is... definitely something else.
Malos sounds delighted, talking about how nice the sudden rainfall is. Which, in all fairness, Zelos can see the appeal of it: he feels refreshed and stimulated, his mind working to make little notes of the way the rain affects his skin and the environment around them, the way the smell of ether in the ambient is disguised with the slowly rising petrichor from the soil. This is... nice, Zelos guesses. It's an experience, at least. It's--
--making him sneeze.
Water drips down his now flattened hair and onto his nose, and with the cold of the breeze hitting his wet skin, it makes him sneeze. The Aegis shivers again. His temperature is lowering. Not dangerously, but more than what he's comfortable with, and, okay, what the fuck. Zelos tries to heat himself back up with his inner ether reserves and comes up with an ineffective shudder instead, and the longer he stands in the rain his hair feels even more disgusting, his clothes now clinging to him, and--
He sneezes again.
Actually, fuck this. Zelos grumbles under his breath. "Easy for you to say," he complains in a low voice, rubbing at his arms with wet gloves that holy shit are starting to feel so gross clinging to his hands. "You're not the fire blade around here! And camp is gonna suck, too! Do you have any idea how much more ether it takes to ignite wet wood?" The rain is falling at an angle, so Zelos whines out loud while walking over to stand behind Malos, trying to somehow reduce how wet he can get. He scoffs. "I feel like I should charge you for these unacceptable working conditions, or something."
WET RAT WET RAT WET RAT
Malos sounds delighted, talking about how nice the sudden rainfall is. Which, in all fairness, Zelos can see the appeal of it: he feels refreshed and stimulated, his mind working to make little notes of the way the rain affects his skin and the environment around them, the way the smell of ether in the ambient is disguised with the slowly rising petrichor from the soil. This is... nice, Zelos guesses. It's an experience, at least. It's--
--making him sneeze.
Water drips down his now flattened hair and onto his nose, and with the cold of the breeze hitting his wet skin, it makes him sneeze. The Aegis shivers again. His temperature is lowering. Not dangerously, but more than what he's comfortable with, and, okay, what the fuck. Zelos tries to heat himself back up with his inner ether reserves and comes up with an ineffective shudder instead, and the longer he stands in the rain his hair feels even more disgusting, his clothes now clinging to him, and--
He sneezes again.
Actually, fuck this. Zelos grumbles under his breath. "Easy for you to say," he complains in a low voice, rubbing at his arms with wet gloves that holy shit are starting to feel so gross clinging to his hands. "You're not the fire blade around here! And camp is gonna suck, too! Do you have any idea how much more ether it takes to ignite wet wood?" The rain is falling at an angle, so Zelos whines out loud while walking over to stand behind Malos, trying to somehow reduce how wet he can get. He scoffs. "I feel like I should charge you for these unacceptable working conditions, or something."