reaperoftheunderworld:

   “So you do enter people’s place without being invited.” He answered looking at the woman noticing she was drenched with rain. “Follow me, I’ll give you something to dry you hair and maybe something warm to wear. Will tea suit you?”

— ❝ A tea would be lovely, thank you.❞

       She didn’t want to bother him, especially after barging into his house, but she hated rain so much that she couldn’t help but to take him on that offer, so she followed him, trying not to dampen his floor with her steps or with the drops that fell from her lime green hair.

— ❝ I am Monet, by the way.❞

                    Least she could do was to introduce herself properly.