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[Walking outside in it, enjoying herself immensely]

[His attention is caught by her movement and for a moment he is engaged in watching her enjoy the rain.]

[The world always looks different to her when it rains; more alive. The sound of the drops hitting the surfaces they strike makes a rippling effect in her vision, and it makes everything look like it's moving, even as it's outlining it more solidly. It's not cold enough that she has to scurry to get home or stay out of the rain, so she takes her time, enjoying it as best she can, unaware she has an audience.]

[He feels bad just watching her, so making an excuse the rain is easing up enough for him to leave the interior of the building he makes his way out.]

At least someone is enjoying it.

Oops! [She stops mid-twirl, looking over at where the voice came from. There might be a faint blush on her cheeks, and she straightens herself out quickly]

Yeah, well, yeah. I like the rain. Reminds me of the Amazon.

Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.

Amazon?

No biggie. Not exactly my sidewalk, you know?

[She nodded, smile growing] Mmhmm. The rainforest is amazing in the middle of a storm.

Ah-uh.

Rain and amazing aren’t exactly two words I’d put together myself. To each their own.

Not a fan of the falling wet, huh? [She shrugged]

A lot of people aren't. I guess I just like the sound it makes. And the feel. Ever tried to track a single raindrop's journey down your arm or leg or something? It's hard.

More, just not a fan of getting the ‘flu.

Sure, rain on the roof is fine sounding if you’re inside warm. Hard? You really did that?

Oh, pff. You won't get sick every time you get wet.

[She grinned, tipping her head at him as she brushed her wet hair out of her face.] Rooftop rain's a good sound. More percussive. [A nod] Yep. Takes a lot of practice and patience, but it's doable.

You wanna remind my body about that. It forgets.

So, you’re telling me you’ve more time on your hands than most folks.

I can send it a memo...

I'm a little limited in my entertainment. Can't watch movies or tv, and I'm sort of terrified that the next braille book I pick up to read will be Fifty Shades of Grey.

It’ll accidently lose it…

Is that what the white contact lenses are for, a new type of blind glasses? [He thinks she’s wearing special contact lenses for the blind.] Everyone talks about this book like it is evil incarnate and deny they’ve read anything of it. Yet everyone knows exactly what it is about.

Lenses? Oh, right, crap. Forgot my glasses. No, no lenses, sorry.

[There's a small grin at that] Honestly? I know it's basically fanfiction of Twilight that someone changed the names of. That's about all I know, and I'd like to keep it that way, since the Twilight books weren't really my cup of tea either.

You want to figure that out for me, seen as I’m having a whole world of trouble doing so on my own.[His voice holds confusion as he tries to think what she means.]

I thought it was about a lot of bad sex. And Twilight was about a lot of bad angst. Alright, to be fair, some might consider sex and angst to be the same thing.

Now I think you're trying to confuse me on purpose. [Grins]

Well, Twilight had less sex because I think the writer was Mormon. So fanfiction was written to fill in all the sex-holes, and voila. Magic book.

I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be tactless. [Looking around him he wonders if he’s actually talking to someone living and not someone dead. He looks back at her still confused about what he is looking at.]

And, I don’t usually start conversation with strangers about the rain to end up talking about badly written porn books. Usually I’m polite and ask their names, or how they are doing, first.

Oh. Oh. The eyes. Right. No, that's a birth defect, sorry. [She gives a small, apologetic shrug] Normally I wear sunglasses to hide it, but, uh... I forgot.

Well, conversations take odd turns, that's what makes them interesting. I'm Sasha. Sasha Morden. [She held out her hand, still smiling.] And I'm doing groovy.

An interesting birth defect --- one I’ve never seen before, until now.

[Takes her hand and returns the handshake.] I’m Joshua Allen. Well, Sasha, if you’re going to do groovy the rain is the right place for it.

I saw a guy in India who was born with no eye sockets at all. There's all kinds of weird anomalies.

[She beams] Well, Joshua, it's a pleasure to meet you in the groovy rain. What brings you out in it if you're so worried about influenza?

Ah-uh, I’m kind of getting used to weird.

[He can’t help but give a laugh.] I have an appointment to see my shrink. Guess sanity is more important than influenza.

Sanity is completely relevant. It dances so close to genius, it's hard to tell, really. Besides, if given the option, I'd rather be crazy and happy than sane and bored out of my mind.

I try not to come off as a complete loon, especially to strangers.

What are you doing out in the rain, were you going somewhere?

That's a shame. I could be missing out on prime looniness due to social shyness. I'm offended.

Me? No, not really. Just taking a stroll and enjoying myself.