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Stein exhaled smoke, looking at the dark sky. The clouds were slowly gathering over the academy, so it would probably rain soon. He wondered if there might be a tornado today.
Behind him he heard the sound of the entrance doors slamming. From the sound of the heels, he could guess that it was...
"Got another one by any chance?" Spirit asked, standing next to him.
Stein, without taking his eyes off the horizon, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and silently handed it to Spirit.
Spirit silently took out one, lit it and put the pack into his jacket. Stein mentally grinned at this, but outwardly continued to stand without any word. It was most likely Spirit cigarettes in the first place.
They stood silently for about a minute as the clouds continued to slowly approach them. The air began to feel damper and only the wind creaked in their ears.
"Something big's coming, huh?" Spirit said with a smile, but without fun.
Stein gave in to temptation and looked back at him. His long hair was starting to get a little frizzy due to the humidity in the air, the bags under his eyes were more noticeable than usual under this gray lighting, and his gaze itself seemed to have already seen too much of... the world, perhaps. For a moment he ceased to be filled with his usual enthusiasm. He trusted Stein, and because of this, Stein wanted to squeeze him in his arms until Spirit stopped breathing.
He takes a drag.
“It has been coming for a long time now, pal,” Stein parodies Spirit’s manner of speaking.
Spirit doesn't answer or comment on this(but he noticed, god, he always notices).
Thunder roared in the distance.