<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 5th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bobby<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Enjoying the rain and providing company.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I enjoy the rain. Probably not the mud, so much. Too much cleaning up afterwards,"</strong>she replied with a smirk as she stood over Bobby, amused at how content he was with laying in a bit of a puddle. She noticed the damage done to his teeth, but paid no mind to them. She knew enough of his story from the news to know what had caused them to become that way. Given her own appearances, she was not the type to judge anyone by whatever physical flaws they had. It was something she hoped everyone could manage to get past. After all, it was difficult to keep her own flaws hidden at times. How wonderful it would be to not worry about how she looked.<br/><br/>The rain was cold, but she didn't mind it enough to leave him and go inside. The thick fabric of her sweater soaked up the falling rain, keeping the cold liquid against her chest, back, and shoulders. Goosebumps soon covered her arms and legs, her nipples became hard, and her body had the faintest shiver now and again.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll do my best to keep up my part of the conversation,"</strong>she replied with a smirk before finally pushing her bangs away from her face. The feeling of her hair sticking to her face, pressed up against her eyelashes, was uncomfortable. This allowed one of her flaws to become exposed, though it probably wasn't too visible in this darkness. The rain droplets constantly rolling down her face were probably helping to mask the texture of the branded marking as well.<strong>"I just figured you might be having a rough day and might need someone to talk to. I know I've had plenty of those in my life. So, I decided to come and see if there was anything I could do to help."</strong>Her voice was sincere and her words genuine.<br/><br/>When he seemed to quickly stand up, she didn't seem very phased by it. She, herself, had startled people a few times when she seemed to teleport. She simply stepped back to give him room before looking up to him. He was very tall, but so were several people she had met, some of which were at this school. Tess was used to being among the shortest people around and she wasn't at all afraid of him. The new angle posed as a possibility that her scar was now more visible in what little moonlight there might be.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't mind staying out in the rain, under some trees,"</strong>she replied with a smile before taking his hand. The palms of her hands were shielded by the thin black fabric of her finger-less gloves.<strong>"Come on. Let's get out of the pouring rain before my sweater gets too soaked,"</strong>the petite girl teased before pulling him towards the trees. It wasn't far of a walk, thankfully, and once she was shielded by the large branches above her, she released his hand and began ringing a bit of water out of her sweater. She was careful not to pull it too hard, though, not wanting the now heavy fabric to fall further down her shoulders to expose far more than even he was ready for.<br/><br/><strong>"I probably should've grabbed an umbrella or a poncho or something, huh?"</strong>she joked as she looked down at herself. She looked like a complete mess, from what she could see.