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Chapter 4 - It's Raining

A few days had passed since Butters and Tweek met up. Upon arriving home from the visit the nights' former though, Leo found his parents uncharacteristically excited to see him. The influx of classes he'd picked up apparently deemed "applaudable", which was just not getting stomped on emotionally and grounded, but he took it! Little victories. Actually, the household ended up going those few days without incident, which was both relieving, and terrifying. All good things came to an end in their homestead.

Having just finished talking to his boss about the details of what to expect if he did accept his promotion offer, Butters left work with a smile on his face. Maybe things were starting to play out in his favor. After some back and forth, planning, and compromising, they figured a plan to make a schedule that would work out for everything joining his excessively full plate in the near future. Honestly, that news alone made him want to jump for joy. Aw, heck with it! He leapt with a fist pump to the air, landing with raised arm pulled down against his chest.

His gleeful triumph was cut short when a drop of rain landed on his cheek, and then an even bigger one splatted atop his head. In just moments, he was getting pelted by a heavy bout of rain. Why wouldn't it rain on his bright day? Right after it just snowed the day before. Of course he didn't just carry an umbrella everywhere. Living decently enough away with the rain pelting down on him enough to drench him so much already, the short male's destination changed. A certain coffee shop was right down the road, and Butters could already see people filing in the door to get away from the cold shower.

Pushing into the establishment, the atmosphere was much warmer, abuzz with chatter. Surprisingly, the ordering counter was vacant, except on the register's side of course. A blond head was dipped, brown eyes focused on something out of Leo's line of sight. Unnoticed among the flurry of guests, a drenched Butters quietly approached the counter, curious what the other male was doing. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a pen flicking lines, Tweek doodling on a piece of scrap paper.

A whimsical smile was splayed across the taller boy's face while drawing an array of scribbles, almost blob-like things, though prominent stick feet and beaks ensured they were supposed to be birds of some kind. Hearing a quiet boyish giggle, Leo felt like his heart could melt at the image before him. Complete relaxation, enjoyment even. It looked like there wasn't a worry in the world for Tweek at that moment. Or, at least until he noticed his observer.

Eyes flicking up, the barista recoiled in surprise, the pen in his hand flinging out of his grasp to smack between mismatched blue eyes. 'Thwap!' "Ooh!" Gasping out in pain, and surprise, Butters gripped at the bridge of his nose

"Oh my god! Oh my-- Jesus-- I'm so sorry! Please don't sue-- ... Leo? What—Ghh— What are you doing here?" the apologetic look turned into one of timid excitement, "I'm really sorry about that."

"Jeez, Tweek. It's fine.. No- no harm done, just caught me a little off guard is all." Luckily it's just me.. He thought.

"Sorry, Dude. You really—" he jerked with a twitch, "snuck up on me."

"I should have said something, sorry I was just kinda watching you like a creepy person."

"GAH-- don't apologize, Dude. It's-- my fault for being such a spaz all the time."

"I don't think you're a spaz."

An unconvinced, and knowing look was given to Butters, but it wasn't something Tweek would debate over with the boy. Generally when Butters said something, he meant it. Plus, while working, the last thing he wanted was people thinking he might be arguing with a customer. Eventually, Tweek sighed and rested an elbow on the counter as he spoke. "Did you come here cause of the rain? Can I get you anything?"