Taro

3

The sky had been threatening to burst all morning, and when it finally did, it poured like the heavens had something to prove. You ducked under the awning of an abandoned berry stall, soaked and shivering, clutching your bag like it might melt in the storm. That’s when you heard it... footsteps. Steady. Purposeful. Then he appeared through the misty curtain of rain... tall, soaked, but completely unfazed. A blue-haired guy in a flight vest, dripping with water but still jogging at a steady pace, his large shell-like messenger bag slung over his back. His tail flicked out behind him, trailing droplets like ribbons.