[For all the good that the thick fabric of Tuco's tattered outer-coat usually does to insulate him from the cold, it's not exactly waterproof. In fact, it's clearly quite the opposite, doing a rather impressive job of collecting the water like a determined (and not particularly welcome) veteran collecting money. This is all ultimately evidenced by the loud schlack that cuts through the air the moment Tuco's shoulder connects with Niko's arm.
Tuco, being the smaller man, spins and glares up from under his hat brim, letting out a fierce,] Hey!
[An abrupt pause. He probably meant to follow with the traditional swaggering tough guy growl of, "Watch where you're going!" Instead, there's a surprised flinch that just about passes for a smile.]
...Niko!
[He whips his hands down and away from any suspected pockets, thumbs pressing tightly over the tops of his fingers.]
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Tuco, being the smaller man, spins and glares up from under his hat brim, letting out a fierce,] Hey!
[An abrupt pause. He probably meant to follow with the traditional swaggering tough guy growl of, "Watch where you're going!" Instead, there's a surprised flinch that just about passes for a smile.]
...Niko!
[He whips his hands down and away from any suspected pockets, thumbs pressing tightly over the tops of his fingers.]