[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]this aint anything fancy lmao
Once again, it was raining. However, the water droplets did not fall as hard as they had before. Instead, the rain pattered gently against the windows in a slight drizzle. Regardless of that fact, Scott was still hesitant to approach the glass to peer outside. He realized how immature he was acting, but storms and rain seemed to have an effect on him that even he couldn't comprehend. Upon becoming conscious that his eyes were growing watery, he rapidly blinked. There were no tears that needed to be shed. His ears flicked back against his skull as he observed the gray hue showing through the window. He didn't remain in the shadows, however, cowering in fear of whatever could become of the rain. Montgomery released a tremulous breath through his maw as he took a few minute steps toward the glass. The rain wouldn't somehow break through the window, that much he was completely aware of. Still, it set him on edge. Perhaps there had been an event in his childhood that he could not recall. He decided hastily that that was the reason behind his immense fear of rain and storms. Scotty needed to delve into his mind, to sift through his memories, especially those from his childhood. The mere thought of it left his mouth dry, and he had to lap at his lips to moisten them.
The window was close, yet so far from where he stood. His shoulders were hunched, and his head was held low, eyes merely staring at the glass and the rain falling against it. The water droplets slid down the surface, eventually collecting more along with it. Occasionally, they split apart, unable to hold more water. Monty felt as though he was being torn apart. His thoughts were conflicting, and were becoming muddled the longer he focused on whether he would approach the window or not. The canine swallowed at the lump forming in his throat, honey visionaries hardening upon the window pane. Whatever courage that had been stored within him burst at the seams and allowed him to fully approach the window. Being so close to the rain, though not beneath it, left him feeling a bit...empowered. There was still much he needed to do before he fully conquered his fear, but for the time being, this was enough for him to feel slightly more at ease. His chest seemed to rise and fall at a quicker pace, and he could feel adrenaline coursing through his veins. Fear was settling within the pit of his stomach, but Mont chose to remain standing perfectly still. Watching the rain aided him somewhat, though the effects, he presumed, would be minimal. "Does anyone really like rain?" Scotty questioned aloud, tone sounding a bit idle and absentminded as he voiced his thoughts. Hopefully others would answer rather than having him speak to himself. "Personally not a fan myself."