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Cadentau's coutenance was as stormy as the overcast sky as he strode angrily through the pouring rain towards the nearest building. He was already soaked and his foul mood only increased when he realized that the closest shelter was one of the places he disliked most: the bookstore. But right now, anything was better than being at home! Trying to wring the water out of his shirt and earning cautious glares from the store staff members, the lionboy headed towards the clearance and 2nd hand section near the back, where there would at least be a comfortable chair waiting for him.

Having gotten his shirt about as dry as it was going to get without taking it off, Caden attempted to dry his hair. The mane-like fluff was soft enough and thick enough that even when wet, it stuck out a little instead of being plastered to his head, and thank god for that! He'd look rediculous with short hair. However, he was still trailing water all over the floor and still getting glared at by custodial staff. As he neared the reading area at the back of the store, Caden shook his head rapidly, flinging water over everything, and everyone in the vicinity.

He abruptly stopped shaking the water out of his hair when he heard a short shreik. There was a girl with green skin holding a book that was spattered with water droplets. He shrugged non-chalantly as she told him off for getting water everywhere he got enough 'advice' at home already. Not that Mom made a point of obediance, but she did make it awefully not-worth-it to disobey most of the time. Somehow the thought amused him greatly, and he flicked his still-dripping tail at the girl with a leery grin.

"Why?" he countered playfully "Most of them in this section already have water-stains anyway."

Caden wasn't one to be easily ignored. So she was in a bit of a tiff. Never stopped him before! He'd gotten the hint that she didn't like water easily enough, but there were still many more ways to get under her skin, so to speak. Undeterred, he sidled over to the couch and sat down next to her, peering over her shoulder at the book.

"Wot'cha readin'?"

"Eh.." the lion shrugged "I dun like readin' much." Undeterred by Aysel's scooting away from him, Caden spread his arms out over the back of the couch and made himself comfortable. "So wotcher name anyways?" he purred "Mine's Caden."

"Not really." Caden shrugged. "I'm just in here because of the weather. It's not just raining cats and dogs, it's raining cougars and wolves." The angry scowl he was wearing when he first burst through the door of the small bookshop returned and his ears flattened as he remembered just why he had stormed out into the rain in the first place. It was all Nick's fault! And now he was wet and somewhat cold and stuck in a place full of books and other educational material. The lion leaned back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. His expression quirked into leery grin as he enjoyed the feeling of depressurized vertebrae in his neck. Or maybe it wasn't so bad after all. Aysel was here at least.

"Eh? Where's your Mom if she's not here with you." he inquired, completely missing Aysel's expression of repulsion..if one could use a verb as eloquent as 'inquired' to describe the rougish young lion. "Yer not here alo~ne are you?" he leered. He meant it to be wicked and threatening - in a cool way of course - but his hair had just begun to dry out and fluff again. In some places it was a reddish tan and rather staticky, but in other places, it was still matted together and darkened by water, making him look rather comical instead.

"Well, I'll just have to stick around and keep ya company then." Caden purred, scooting closer to her. Not like he had anywhere to go until the rain stopped anyway. Okay.. so she was responding. Now what? Having begun on a whim, Caden really hadn't thought this far.