It was the kind of day where the only thing worth doing was to stay indoors. It was storming something brutal, rattling the windows of the tiny apartment and threatening to blow Kit’s plants right off the fire escape. Kit came back in absolutely soaked after rescuing their plants, and stood dripping somewhat miserably as they looked over their cactuses. There was no way the poor things weren’t overwatered now.
Nothing for it, though. Kit shivered and sighed and grabbed their phone before trotting off to shower.