Sawtooth Spire putting on her makeup by the unmade bed

Over and over again he tried to catch droplets within his mouth. Perhaps one or two attempts were successful but not enough to take in their taste or give them a piece of his mind. His snaps were quick and vigorous tiring out the little monster, prompting his tongue to rest outside his jaw as he panted.  Once still and panting the rain was able to find its way to Calcifer, rather than the other way around. Upon his tongue, unlike when it made contact with any other part of Calcifer's body, the feeling was pleasant. The cold drops were refreshing, a sensation Calcifer had never experienced before. After making this discovery he slowly lifted his head, his mouth agape hoping to catch as much water as he could.