Pit-pat.
The sound of numerous tiny drops of rain falling on the cold cement of the sidewalk dimmed the sound of heavy Yorknew traffic. Pedestrians either pulled umbrellas out of nowhere or put their hands over their heads in a futile attempt at staying dry as they began to run to their destinations.
Plip-plop. Splat.
One pedestrian, being without an umbrella and a destination in mind, took shelter from the growing rainstorm in the nearest open store; a small café that adjoined a bookshop.
Crash. BOOM.
As thunder rumbled across the sky, he ordered a small coffee and began perusing the vast array of books, eventually settling on a stand-alone fantasy novel.
Creeaak. Groan.
Finding a vacant chair by the window, he settled in with a warm drink and what seemed to be a good book as the sound of rain hushed the busy world.
Pit-pat-plop, BOOM, creak, clink.
Kurapika's last thought before slipping softly into a world of words was "I think...this will be a good afternoon."
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Assorted Works
RandomA collection of fanfics and original works that I've done that won't really fit into any other (current) posted story collections.
