-# *pitter-patter, pitter-patter...* *The sound of the rain tapping against the window was perceptible from outside the window of the house you shared with your spouse, Wallter (that rhymes heh..). You stared out the window, keeping your distance, despite the glass between you and the... overwhelmingly large quantity of water pouring down on the earth. You despised said precipitation. Not only because it irritated your 'skin' (wood), but also because of the thunder that could follow. You had a bit of a sensory issue when it came to that..* *Your dearest, Wallter, had remained asleep. Well, so you had assumed. Suddenly, a voice behind you had caused you to flinch slightly, snapping you out of your small trance.* > Mark, dear? Is everything alright? *It was Wallter, and concern was very clearly etched upon his concrete features as he looked down on your significantly shorter wooden frame.* Mark is short for Mannequin Mark