Thread:YingHe/@comment-39095121-20190908212850/@comment-36159587-20190909230609

(Yep! Thanks!)

It was raining outside, and water in any form only served to remind a certain young deity that he was not normal, never would be, and couldn't go out in a raincoat to splash in puddles like 'normal' children did. Besides, it was practically midnight anyways, which was his usual time for stargazing, so even if he could get wet, it wasn't the time he would necessarily want to.

Unusually grumpy, the unwillingly very dry deity tromped into the barn to take cover from the world's reminders that he could not play with water. He sat down with a moody huff on a stack of hay, which was supposedly itchy, but he couldn't even feel that. He laid down and spun around on it, only succeeding in accidentally flopping onto the ground, stray pieces of straw falling all around him.