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rainydayprodigy-deactivated2014:

It had been a long day.

Basil was stuck under a bus stop, scowling, a late afternoon shower having started and him without an umbrella. He tapped his foot in irritation, chin resting in his palm as he watched the rain.

The evidence they’d been counting on had been too damaged to ascertain anything from it, and their only lead was lost.

But if he’d been a bit more careful in preserving it—!

He was expecting anything but the slightly rough brush of his hair. The scientist initially glanced up in confusion, though he wasn’t going to stop the other— it was the distraction he wanted. And it felt good.

“…Why’d you do that?”

Basil grew sleepy as the stranger ruffled though his hair, eventually closing his eyes while his head lolled on his shoulder. He was almost disappointed when the hand pulled away, and after blinking a few times he looked back— embarrassment rising at the sight of the small insect. It had been raining for a good half hour, and if the ladybug had hung on before it started—

“How long were they on me…?”

He slowly extended a finger towards the spotted bug as he spoke.

“Hmm… I only just saw it myself, so I’m not sure. But probably not for too long, if you hadn’t noticed yet.”

He moved the hand forward slightly to let the beetle climb onto the other. When it did, he stepped away a bit to brush some of the water off his own head.

“I guess I should have said something before messing with your hair like that, though… I thought you’d seen me when I came over,” the magician said, taking a seat beside him.