Eighteen.

[steeltrap_mind]

The sakura are in bloom. Scattered petals float in gutters as I walk past- as though the sky fleetingly rains a different color.

They are soft underfoot.

OOC: Post-Hiatus: I apologize for my recent unannounced absence. Over the weekend I was in DC for Sakura Matsuri (pictures soon to come on my main journal, which is now 

Comments

[bloodwithcoffee]

Never knew you were so fucking sentimental, fearless leader.

[steeltrap_mind]

Didn't say I liked them.

[bloodwithcoffee]

Didn't say you didn't, either.

[steeltrap_mind]

It isn't an issue of particular gravity.

[steeltrap_mind]

Aesthetics must die lest one take them for granted.

[kitchenatorkisa]

That was very poetic, Pein-sama.

[cake_is_a_bang]

Already, un?? Sakura Festival!!

[bloodwithcoffee]

Deidara. Are you BLIND?

[cake_is_a_bang]

whaaat?

[bloodwithcoffee]

"Already?" Take a fucking look outside. Better yet, stay inside and watch the fucking news. It's posted everywhere. I'm losing all hope for you, seriously.

[cup_of_smex]

How eloquent of you, Pein-san.
Fitting of the time of year.

[steeltrap_mind]

Your compliment is well received. Yet spring is to my eye more chaotic than eloquent. Anyone with hay fever would agree.

[bloodwithcoffee]

You're both pretty fucking disgusting. Why don't you just hold hands and go flower viewing, already?

[steeltrap_mind]

Because that is absurd.