I am glad it's not snowing or raining! [Rory said, curling up his legs around himself, squinting in the hopes that his clothes would magically appear. They did not. He scooted closer to Blaine, then cried out as he felt something painful.]

Bleeding Christ, what the hell is on my back? It feels like I got stung by a hundred bees! [He said, feeling at the base of his spine gingerly. Better learn how to say tramp stamp in Gaelic, boyo.]