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Rain hit the windshield. Tap-tap-tap. It was a nice sound. Almost worth the wetness creeping down Little Mac's shirt. And the cold.
It was originally intended to be a romantic night. Spring Man had managed to nab a reservation to one of the most exclusive places in town. A long drive later, they arrived to find that, somehow, their reservation hadn't made it onto the record, and the restaurant was completely full. Then they walked through the rain in their suits back to their car, and now they were wet and hungry and freezing to death.
"Is anywhere even still open?" Sping Man grumbled, squinting through the sheets of rain. The clock on the dashboard was a few minutes off, but it was still sometime after eleven, and they were wearing suits, and nothing was open, and it was raining. The town was quiet. Even after hours of driving, they were still a ways from home. Spring Man suddenly regretted making the reservation at all.
"I-I think there's a pizza place near here," Mac said, shifting in his seat. "Some local place. I used to live near here.
Spring Man felt his stomach grumble and took his eyes off the road for a moment. "Hold on, I'll ask the navigation."
He pulled into a nearby parking lot and punched something into the GPS. "Here we are. Pikmin Pizza." He paused, then added: "I wonder if Olimar knows about this place."
Mac laughed. "Maybe."
They both fell into silence as the GPS gently guided them, eventually pulling into an empty lot in front of a largely decrepit building. A faded sign hung in front, depicting a yellow Pikmin wearing jeans.
"Wonder what that's from," Mac said. "Don't we have an umbrella somewhere?"
Spring Man rolled his eyes. "I took it out so I could dry it inside last time, remember? And then I forgot to put it back."
"Right. Guess we'll have to go in the rain."
Spring Man looked away and touched the handle, then drew his hand away. A smile played on his lips. "You can use my jacket as an umbrella. Just... hold it above your head. It should keep you dry."
Mac looked bewildered for a moment, and laughed. "You're serious."
"Yes I am. Don't want you ruining your suit."
"No, no, no. I never wear this." He paused. "Ever."
"Neither do I." He took off his suit jacket and threw it at Mac.
Mac did the same. "Fine. Now you won't get wet either."
"You sly dog. Fine. I'll do it. But we're getting pepperoni."
"This was your idea in the first place, Spring."
Spring Man just laughed, and draped the fabric over his head, opening the door to the flood outside. "Last one to the building's a rotten egg!"
They both laughed and rushed inside, water swiftly soaking through jackets and into hair. Into the building, and they shook off some of the water together, quickly sliding on suit jackets. They were mismatched, but that was fine. Mac rushed to the counter and slapped down a twenty.
"Large pepperoni, please."
"Er, to go," Spring Man added. "What? We can eat in the car."
The pizza came out swiftly and they paid, grinning. Mac lifted the box and turned towards the door.
"Wait," Spring Man teased, "we gotta keep the pizza dry."
Mac paused. "Yes?"
"I'll protect it." And he huddled by Mac, curving his body over the box, forming a tent of sorts. "Ready?"
"Ready."
They stumbled out of the shop, laughing, rain biting at their backs. They quickly made a game of it; first to lose their balance or drop the box on the way to the car lost. Somehow, they both managed to reach the car unscathed (if a bit soaked); Mac held the pizza as out of the rain as he could and attempted to hit the right button on the key fob. Shimmying together, they finally managed to pull the door open and tossed the box in.
"God, finally," Mac said, and he stepped into the car.
"No, wait. I wanna stay out here a little longer."
"But I'm cooooooooold."
"Shh. Just look at me for a moment."
They both rested on the front of the car, the pizza forgotten, and embraced in the rain. They were wet, and hungry, and freezing to death, but for just a moment, everything felt right.