98 Omake#5

The downpour is getting unbearable.

I should be used to this by now but I'm not. The rain has away of getting everywhere, even when covered.

I've got on a black leather cloak and hood on, everyone here does, but I don't think it's doing them any good.

"Here." A voice calls out.

"Huh?" Looking up I find the person ahead of me on the line, he's holding a box, a crate with vegetables, seeds and all sorts of raw foods. "Right." I step out of my reverie and grab the box out of his hand and pass it down to the person behind me.

"You seem lost in thought there, Kaylin." He mutters, or perhaps he says so normally and his voice is simply drowned out by the heavy sound of water raining from the sky.

"It's nothing."

He passes another crate my way and I do the same, repeating the same action over and over again. It'd be hard not to get lost in thought with such stagnate and monotonous movement.