( normally he wouldn't even bother to turn around at the sound of someone yelling—denotes guilt, you know—but the person yelling is clearly yelling out his name, so he's immediately turning on his heel to face whoever it was that was calling for him. )
Anya?
( oh, shit. was this her umbrella? he wouldn't have taken it if he had known. she was one of the last people that he wanted to take anything from. there's a small tinge pink flushing across his face, but thankfully she doesn't seem too put out. in fact, she's smiling warmly.
he crosses the distance between them instantly, extending the umbrella out to cover both of them. )
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Anya?
( oh, shit. was this her umbrella? he wouldn't have taken it if he had known. she was one of the last people that he wanted to take anything from. there's a small tinge pink flushing across his face, but thankfully she doesn't seem too put out. in fact, she's smiling warmly.
he crosses the distance between them instantly, extending the umbrella out to cover both of them. )
You're soaked!
( WHOSE FAULT IS THAT. )