+ princess-genius +
It was starting to rain. And rain was something that Tetsuo hated, but despite it, he kept playing. Playing his violin to the street walkers even if they were starting to move away. The sound of drops filled the air as well as the notes that were getting more angry sounding. Why was rain something that happened? Why did he feel this way about it. Perhaps because it brought on such bad memories? A sigh left him as the water poured down, but he didn't do anything about it, to anyone else watching he probably looked poor, like he was crazy for being out in weather like this. Black wings twitched as he sensed someone behind him, but the cold wetness on his face and the way it came down, intrigued him, got him thinking, so he didn't really care who was there at the moment.
