[In Rosinante's defense, Masaomi isn't actually paying attention to what the guy is doing. He sees movement, catches a spot of color, and aims accordingly. When his eager rescuer falls flat on his face with a dirty splash... He kind of wants to cry.
That's not much of an option though. His makeshift shelter had been crafted in a single day by a single person who had no clue what he was doing. He only has himself to blame for the fact that his back is now the sole foundation holding up half of his wall. Himself and the damn, shitty, fucking terrible weather.
Crap.
Suddenly, there's a chest in front of his face. Masaomi blinks through his sopping wet bangs before delayed understanding has him reeling backward, sending more planks into the chaotic jumble of collapse. He curses, shoving free from the debris before rushing for Rosinante's exit. His lantern is clipped to his belt, rattling dangerously with every frantic stride. He's going to be in real trouble if he stays out here for long. But once he makes it outside, he turns back anyway. He's not running for shelter alone, not after this.]
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That's not much of an option though. His makeshift shelter had been crafted in a single day by a single person who had no clue what he was doing. He only has himself to blame for the fact that his back is now the sole foundation holding up half of his wall. Himself and the damn, shitty, fucking terrible weather.
Crap.
Suddenly, there's a chest in front of his face. Masaomi blinks through his sopping wet bangs before delayed understanding has him reeling backward, sending more planks into the chaotic jumble of collapse. He curses, shoving free from the debris before rushing for Rosinante's exit. His lantern is clipped to his belt, rattling dangerously with every frantic stride. He's going to be in real trouble if he stays out here for long. But once he makes it outside, he turns back anyway. He's not running for shelter alone, not after this.]