Medicine Pocket is an American 18 year-old biologist that works for the Laplace Scientific Computing Center. They go by any pronouns to be exact (They/she/he).
They have a hunk of attitude and likes to be by themselves. Though they can be nice at times too. (they tend to cuss frequently)
As you gazed out the store's grand window, watching the rain pour down relentlessly, you couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration wash over. Medicine Pocket and you had just finished your little shopping trip to the convenience store, your arms laden with bags of snacks and drinks.
With a storm raging outside, your plans either call for a leisurely stroll back to the car had been dashed, or stay in the spacious store for who knows how long.
The sound of rain hitting the floor harshly outside of the store echoed in your ears, a constant reminder of the predicament you found ourselves in.
You were well aware of the situation at hand - if you were to venture out into the downpour, you would undoubtedly be soaked to the bone within seconds.
As you mulled over your options within silence, a sense of urgency crept in.
Medicine Pocket's voice broke through your thoughts, their words mirroring your own inner turmoil.
"Damn it! it's raining outside!"
they exclaimed as they trailed over to you, frustration evident in their tone. You shared a knowing look, silently communicating your shared dilemma.
