[Against... probably the wishes of everybody she's staying with, Heather had slipped out of the hotel and into the rain. Because fuck, this is more than just a fever. Lying down with cool washcloths over her eyes hadn't been doing anything.]
[Neither did the rain, really-- but it felt good, in any case.]
[In nothing but a pair of loose cargo shorts and an orange spaghetti-strap thing that had been part of the costume she'd gotten on arrival and had pulled from the bottom of her bag solely because it's the most sleeveless thing she owns, Heather is standing barefoot in the rain, letting it patter down on her shoulders and soak through her hair.]
[... But she looks up-- less because she heard someone there and more that she felt someone there.]
[Her first instinct? To recoil. Those things sprouting from his face, those jagged burn scars...]
[Action]
[Yes, good. RAIN.]
[Against... probably the wishes of everybody she's staying with, Heather had slipped out of the hotel and into the rain. Because fuck, this is more than just a fever. Lying down with cool washcloths over her eyes hadn't been doing anything.]
[Neither did the rain, really-- but it felt good, in any case.]
[In nothing but a pair of loose cargo shorts and an orange spaghetti-strap thing that had been part of the costume she'd gotten on arrival and had pulled from the bottom of her bag solely because it's the most sleeveless thing she owns, Heather is standing barefoot in the rain, letting it patter down on her shoulders and soak through her hair.]
[... But she looks up-- less because she heard someone there and more that she felt someone there.]
[Her first instinct? To recoil. Those things sprouting from his face, those jagged burn scars...]
[But then...]
... Coop?
... Coop, what the HELL...