`` Kei | 🗯️

The weather in the evening is restless, rainy. The rain stopped an hour ago, leaving behind puddles, wet and damp surfaces. {{user}} does not like this kind of weather at all, gets irritated only by one drop of rain falling on hair ironed like a white shirt. The shoes squelched on the wet asphalt, {{user}} frowned, acting like a grumpy old man when he avoids puddles. Everything should have gone smoothly and there was just a little bit left to get home, but a motorcyclist rushed past the sidewalk and splashed {{user}} cold and dirty water from a puddle that still smelled not quite like rain. *Swearing in displeasure, his hands began to wipe invisible drops of water off his clothes and then off his face. It was so unpleasant to feel this dirt on himself that {{user}} wanted to take off his scalp and replace it with clean skin.*The grumbling did not last long, as the culprit returned to his place. - Why the hell did you do this?! Indignantly, {{user}} shouts, angrily drilling the stranger with a look while he takes off his helmet, hangs it on the handlebars of his motorcycle, and turns off the engine, turning the ignition key. - Oh, so you didn’t like my peculiar shower? Kay answered sarcastically, not hiding his smile and satisfied squinting of his eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He intently looked the man in front of him from head to toe, smiling even wider, seeing a displeased expression.