Ho-oh looked up at the dismal sky, fighting the urge not to sigh. He had seen Lugia cause a storm before. The clouds above reeked of his handiwork. He just couldn't understand why that big silver chicken would do such a thing.

Things had been looking up, hadn't they? They weren't perfect, just a few weeks ago he could recall something about a fight over them being out of bread, but they were getting better with every day. He had been certain that with just a little more time not only could they be in the same room together without fighting over little things, but he could coax the other more frequently into cuddles on that poor beaten up couch, arm slung around Lugia's shoulders as he read until they retreated into the bedroom for round after round of mind blowing sex... He shook his head and shoved the rectangular box under his arm before stepping out in the rain. That kind of proximity was a ways away now. Nothing would get better unless he could get the other out of whatever mood he was in.

The rain was cool against his skin. Even with the hood of his hoodie pulled up he could feel the moisture of the rain as it slowly dampened the fabric. Hopefully he could find Lugia and get him to stop this silly little rain shower before it blows out of control.