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“How boorish of you” Said Spinel looking at Amethio, who was struggling with his umbrella, and splattering water all around him.
“Spinel. You never know when to shut up, do you?” growled Amethio.
“Oh my, you temper is flaring up today…”
“Because you’re deliberately provoking me. Again. How about you help me repair this piece of junk so we can get out of here?”
They were standing under a bus stop. The rain was falling so hard, it felt as if it was about to deprive both of them of air.
Spinel took out a miniature tool box, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Fine, give it to me. The sooner we get out of here, the better.” he said.
Amethio handed Spinel the umbrella, and thought to himself: “Spinel sure has some weird hobbies...carrying this thing in his pocket.”
Amethio’s eyes dulled, as he was looking into the rain, waiting and...wondering whether there is some nutritious curry waiting for them back at the base.
“Done” said Spinel, and the umbrella expanded, as if it was a protective Corviknight’s wings.