Dororo kept strange hours - mainly because at this hour of night, most Pekoponjins are asleep and thus he's less likely to startle someone. The rain? He's actually enjoying it very much, wearing the child-sized poncho only to ward off the chill - and to hide his face if someone was out there. If he were a less disciplined person, he would outright be dancing in the puddles - but at any rate, he wasn't observing his surroundings as closely as he should.

"Ahn?"

He slows down as he noticed Vimes in the distance. The rain was too heavy to make the invisibility barrier useful, and the docks were surprisingly open tonight, giving him very few places to hide. Then - Dororo decided, he'll try to not draw too much attention, pretend he's a child on his way home.