[Itachi doesn't remember falling asleep on the rooftop, and yet here he is. He sits up and rubs at his eyes, noting immediately that he's only half dressed, his wings sore. He can tell just from the feel of it that its the rooftop of his apartment building and not any other. He can smell the garden close by ( Read more... )

[This particular new feather is walking slowly through town, glancing around with a curious but detached sort of gaze. More than anything else, he looks lost ( Read more... )