𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞.

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Several minutes had passed, but not a grey cloud left the sky. Although the rain hadn't increased for a while, it didn't die down either, so it was assumed that you were both stuck together under this shrine. 

The blonde didn't look like he was in a hurry, and neither were you, but it would be nice if this rain would let up and both of you could go about in your day.

Seems he's already done, you think, glancing at him as he returns to his seat a few feet beside you. You weren't one to engage in small talk, and however shy you may be, the gnawing boredom inside the crevices of your mind was a feeling too strong for you to handle.

So, you readied yourself, breathing in afterward as to ease yourself from nervousness.

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