With a steady heavy rain like this, it would usually take a long time to let up. They could be waiting here for hours, and Ezra wasn't a patient kid.
'Raphael... Let's play.'
'Huh...?'
'The grass outside is wet, and it's pouring rain. The trees and flowers are wet too... Running around outside seems fun.'
'Are you out of your mind? If you want to go, go by yourself. Why drag me into it?'
'Heh, you're really no fun.'
Ezra looked back, staring sullenly at the man sitting with a straight, good posture topped with his characteristic expressionless face. He then pointing to his forehead and said, 'Your forehead will be as wrinkled as an old man's on your next birthday.'
Tsk, he heard Raphael roughly cluck his tongue. Though, fortunately, the boy seemed no longer interested in arguing, he proceeded to lean his back against the wall, arms folded in front of his chest then closing his eyes tightly as if signaling Ezra to shut up and stop bothering him.
