Summary: It rains.
Muzaka never left verse.
Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets
By Dark Ice Dragon
Rain
Frankenstein walked through the streets, umbrella resting against his shoulder, listening to the patter of the rain falling above him. It had grown heavier as time had passed, though not to a downpour level. Yet, anyway. It was becoming a thunderstorm, dark clouds fast approaching. Thunder had rolled a few times, Frankenstein hadn't seen lightning so far.
He smiled as Muzaka ran past fast enough to create a small wind. While Frankenstein had used an umbrella, with the current worsening weather and Muzaka to help it, it looked like he had merely delayed the inevitable than held it off completely.
"Hey," Muzaka said, stopping in front of him, dripping wet and grinning.
Frankenstein tilted his umbrella to cover as much of Muzaka as he could as Muzaka leaned in to kiss him. And then he was gone again, checking the changes the weather had brought.
A low rumble rolled across the sky and Muzaka laughed.
Yes, Muzaka was enjoying himself and Frankenstein watched him, relaxing. It had been a day of meetings and hours of sitting, so it was nice to slow down and just enjoy the things around him.
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"Whew!" Muzaka said as they arrived home. The storm had blown out after an hour, though the rain was still continuing, just not as heavily.
As Frankenstein put his umbrella away, Muzaka peeled himself out of his wet clothing.
"That was great!" Muzaka said, after dumping his clothes in the waiting basket he grabbed one of the towels they'd left for themselves that morning.
"It was certainly refreshing," Frankenstein said, removing his shoes.
They wandered into the living room and after Frankenstein laid out a few towels they sat down on them, Muzaka still drying the top of his head while Frankenstein started on the tail end.
It was the partial downside to when it rained, since Muzaka's hair seemed to absorb as much water as it possibly could, but then they could spend some time drying it together.
"What do you feel for dinner?" Muzaka asked, distant rumbles and the light tapping on the garden door a reminder of what was going on outside.
Frankenstein hummed. "Panska brought deer yesterday, so maybe we can have that tonight."
They continued discussing what else to add to their meal as they dried the rest of Muzaka's hair.
When they were done, they set the used towels aside and Frankenstein picked up a brush.
Muzaka was rumbling almost even before Frankenstein started brushing, making him smile. "You like it that much?" Frankenstein said, easing the brush through Muzaka's hair.
"Your hands in my hair and my hair not knotted up - what's not to like?"
Frankenstein's smile widened as he gently tugged through a tangle. It was a good way to end the day.