067. Black Out

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Once above the ground trapping them for a lifetime, Simon discovers a patch of woods.

It rains.

Kamina howls out his enthusiasm, like a wolf-cry, tilting his face towards the sky and catching the fat, cold raindrops in his gaping, grinning mouth.

Simon does the same, having less luck. He finds a rock formation with bright green moss, holding his lips underneath and letting the water drip off the craggy, grey rocks, splashing on his tongue.

He's so overjoyed and thirsty it feels dizzyingly, like Simon is gonna pass out at any second.

"Good job back there," Kamina tells him quietly, patting his shoulder and helping him straighten up, chuckling at Simon's flustered, rain-soaked look.

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Gurren Lagaan isn't mine. WHAT AN OLD SCHOOL ANIME. IT'S SO GOOD. Hey thanks for reading this and any comments/thoughts appreciated! :D