Eleven.

[steeltrap_mind]

 The summer rains have come again.

The sort that charge the air, sending invisible currents of energy twisting and spiraling through flesh, making hair stand on end. The feeling invigorates me. I cannot explain it.

They are of a strange nature, these storms. Not only do I know when they are coming, but it seems that it only rains when I want it to.

Comments

[cup_of_smex]

There's just an never ending list isn't there? Psychologist, a cafe manager, now you can make it rain. Intriguing.

*Cue Fat Joe song* XDDD

[steeltrap_mind]

You'd do well to invest your intrigue elsewhere.

XDDD <3333

[cup_of_smex]

You are hardly at liberty to tell me what to do on a public journal entry. I will take my intrigue where I wish.

[ooc: Sorry for Itachi's foul mood in advance.]

[steeltrap_mind]

Very well. Be forewarned, though- I am not a comprehensible compliant subject of study.

[cup_of_smex]

Neither was I.

[steeltrap_mind]

True. Yet I specialize in subjects of such a nature.

[cup_of_smex]

Then we see eye to eye for once. So you say.

[steeltrap_mind]

So it seems. Yes. One might say I am drawn to the obscure.

[cup_of_smex]

That's an understatement.