[The sounds are those of a bustling shop; purchases being rung up, voices chattering on. They are faint at first; it seems as though this post is being made accidentally.

[Then a clearer voice -- probably the person holding the device. Itachi, although a little hoarser than usual.]

This will be all for me today.

[And then the proprietor's ( Read more... )

[Itachi has found himself a good vantage point to watch the City. Up on a rooftop, leaning against the bulk of a quiescent black panther, he stares at the stars. The feed picks up as he shifts, gathering the image of the two of them, Itachi's slender fingers stirring the silky black fur.]I suppose, in the end... I was right, wasn't I? What I ( Read more... )