"Me?" Seung takes another deep breath, a very subtle smile curling his lips. "I like the rain," he says first, knowing he hasn't answered the question. Those half-lidded eyes close once again and Seung lifts his head to take a sip from his red plastic party cup. After he swallows, he looks up once more, focus on Rai's face rather than the dark and cloudy sky above them. "So, ideally," he drawls out softly, the words bearing the odd accent of someone who's spoken too many languages for any one to stand out. "I would find a handsome stranger who didn't mind it either so we could walk a while until finding shelter together."