[Moloch had been walking around town when the hail started. Because he read the newspaper, he took one of the umbrellas with him. It was doing a decent enough job stopping the hail -- and then he saw Hawks. It takes him a moment to decide -- because he knows this is going to be unpleasant]
Hey! Do you want it?
[Want to take this umbrella? Running towards the motel will hurt Moloch, but Hawks sure seems to be having a hard time. Moloch's guessing getting your wings pelted with hail hurts a lot]
Around Town
Hey! Do you want it?
[Want to take this umbrella? Running towards the motel will hurt Moloch, but Hawks sure seems to be having a hard time. Moloch's guessing getting your wings pelted with hail hurts a lot]