Summary: "Okay, lesson learned!" Tao declared, closing the door behind Takeo and M-21. "Check the weather report before leaving for work."

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By Dark Ice Dragon

"Okay, lesson learned!" Tao declared, closing the door behind Takeo and M-21. "Check the weather report before leaving for work." Normally, it didn't matter if it was going to be a little colder than usual, or if it was going to rain. Normally. That had been like someone had decided to pick up half the sea and throw it down on their heads. It was still going, rain beating against the windows but at least they were home now. "Or just bring an umbrella every day," he mused, shaking his head vigorously.

"Ah – hey!"

"Tao, we're trying to get dry, not get wetter."

"Fine, fine," he said, stopping. He glanced at the pools under their feet and winced. "Sooo, do we draw straws for who gets the towels?"

Both Takeo and M-21 looked down.

"Shit," M-21 muttered under his breath, and looked out the entranceway. "The lights are off; no-one's home."

"Which means straws, or-" An idea popped into his mind, and he grinned at Takeo.

Who raised his eyebrows, taking a small step back. "What are you thinking?" he asked warily.

"You're the fastest out of the three of us-"

"I also have the most-! Frankenstein'll kill-"

"-so you should get the towels." Though that was a point about his hair, hm. Tao would have crossed his arms, but that meant squishing his wet clothes and no thanks.

"Vote?" he put out, looking at the other two.

"Takeo," M-21 said, smirking, and Takeo groaned, shaking his head.

"Well, that's two votes so you're going in." Tao patted Takeo's shoulder.

"Fine." Takeo sighed and stripped out of his jacket, handing it to him. Tao held it, weighing it in his hands. Hm, maybe he should talk with the Boss to see if they could do something about waterproofing their uniforms. Takeo slipped on his slippers and after squeezing out some more of the excess in his hair, dashed into the house.

"It shouldn't take long to clean up the mess," Tao said out loud, ruffling his hair. Unless Takeo slipped in one of his own puddles. But even then, at least the spot would be concentrated. He turned his ear towards the door, just in case he heard a thud.

M-21 raised an eyebrow at him. "Who says we're going to do it?"

…Ah. Right, it was obvious who Takeo would vote for when it came up. "Fine – you make the hot chocolate then," he said, nodding. They were going to need something to warm them up after that.

"All right."

Written for the prompt, 'Any, Any, drying off and warming up after getting caught in a downpour'