[Duce]

It was one thing to be out at night, quite another to be out when it was raining. But as luck would have it, Michael was. And had been. For a couple hours now. When had he lost his wallet? Wasn't sure. At least he had what little money he'd stuffed into his pockets when he bought his jacket- not hardly as thick as the man selling it had claimed. No matter. He liked the rain. Really.

It was the wind he hated.

"Figures I'd be half soaked t' the soul an buy a jacket what was thinner than ricepaper." He rolled his eyes, swearing under his breath as he danced in and out of a puddle, spotting the shimmering lights of what looked like an inn to him. Could have been a big house- but call him crazy, the placement seemed perfect for random passersby. He quickened his step under the surprise downpour, hopping up onto the steps as he dug in his pockets. Well, it wouldn't get him more than a couple nights, but he didn't need more than that. Right? ...Just keep deluding yourself.

He pushed his way inside, glancing around with one pierced eyebrow raised, ice-blue eyes wary and somewhat despondent. Coffee. He needed coffee.

"Uh...'llo?" He tried desperately not to leak water all over the floor- but then..he was very nearly made of the stuff by now.