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5-19-23

Pigeon Wing and Hansa Geoluhread get caught in the Calitonia rain.

 

“We can share this umbrella?” 

The taller of the two looked to the slim green parasol in the hands of the other young man, watching as his fingers searched for the release strap to engage it. One hand held the handle firmly with a strong fist, the other slid the mechanism up, expanding it to its full glory. 

… Smaller than the both of them were anticipating.

“Are you sure about that?” Asked Pigeon Wing.

Hansa was the only one of the two who could comfortably be accommodated under the umbrella’s curve. However, he was determined to share this shade with Wing. He craned his neck out from under the shelter to take a better look at the shower that poured before them, squinting as the drops pelted his golden petals from above. He pulled back under the roof of the bus stop. 

“Geez, it’s really coming down out here… I’m sure, Wing. We’ll make it work. Here, c’mon.”

Hansa placed the handle into the warm palm of his friend, motioning him to hold it up high above his blue coif. He stood in front of him, back flush to Pigeon’s legs. His heart nearly beat out of his chest. 

“Now hold it as close to your back as you can without getting wet so that I’m underneath.” Hansa instructed. He looked up, but not quite at Wing’s face.

Pigeon paid close attention, doing as he said. He thanked the lord above for giving Hansa such beautiful and generous petals on his head to obstruct the sight of his deep blush. Before he could get lost in his thoughts, he felt a tug at the knee of his jeans, prompting him to move.

“Let’s go, man, we gotta get home before it gets dark out,” Hansa urged.

The two of them walked off into the pelting rain, kept as dry as the shared shade would allow them. Their combined footsteps, however, splashed into puddles that neither of them were paying mind to, getting their legs wet. Their ankles and shoes were soaked with mud after only a few minutes of walking in unison.