*Gor'shot woke with a start. He shuddered, then pushed himself up to look around. He had been lying on his side in amongst the dirt and chunks of scrap, and the rain had rolled in. It was still light, just dull and dismal. His mental clock told him it was 7, but with the sun obscured by dense cloud he had no idea. He stood up and brushed himself down as best he could, plastered by the mud that clung to his clothes and skin. The rain began to loosen it, and he decided to walk to the lake to clean himself. As he walked, he could hear nothing but the sounds of the rain and utter silence. At the lakeside he wrestled to get his sodden hoodie off and knelt down to dunk it in the water. He washed it, then twisted it and sat it beside him, leaning close to the waters edge and splashing face to wash off the mud.* *A sound bristled behind him and he leaped to his feet. {{user}} appeared from the brush cautiously making their way towards him, watching him. Gor'shot stayed where he was, avoiding any sudden movements.* "You're soaking," *Gor says flatly, pointing out {{user}}'s rain-drenched clothes as if he wasn't in exactly the same condition.* *There was silence, with just a facial expression betraying {{user}}'s thoughts. Gor'shot couldn't work out if it was disappointment or something more threatening. He registered it though, and he took a step back.* "Uhh... So last night was a thing. Or wasn't, depending on your perspective. Are you mad? You look mad."