[They make quite a pair as Aoko storms in out of the wet, dragging a wet man by the hand (who by turn is holding that sodden box) and stand there at the entrance, dripping small floods onto the carpet square. The poor square is soon overloaded and sopping, only having been intended for wiping feet, not handling deluges. Around the cafe, heads pop up out of curiosity, because well . . . they are people, and people tend to stare at anything out of the ordinary. Dripping people are admittedly out of the ordinary.]
[Aoko disregards this, dragging Gilbert to a table and sitting, proceeding to drip water onto the bench and floor beneath instead, and with an air of self-satisfaction, pronounces,]
There.
[In other words, it is not raining in here, Mr. Nightray, and you have been thwarted.]
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[Aoko disregards this, dragging Gilbert to a table and sitting, proceeding to drip water onto the bench and floor beneath instead, and with an air of self-satisfaction, pronounces,]
There.
[In other words, it is not raining in here, Mr. Nightray, and you have been thwarted.]