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

[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.

[bloodwithcoffee]

No. Both of your faces are.
Life is full of absurdities like that, seriously.

[steeltrap_mind]

And there are quite enough of them already.

You date him. Do it yourself.

[bloodwithcoffee]

Not nearly enough. They keep life quite interesting, don't they?
Hanami is something you gotta do, anyway. Don't dis tradition like that.

What the fuck!?
No.

[steeltrap_mind]

Do I strike you as conventional. Or the sort to endorse cliched romantic gestures.

I have evidence to the contrary.

[bloodwithcoffee]

Not particularly, but bland? Fuck yeah. So really, same difference. You gotta uphold tradition, man.

Really.