a/n: Short little drabble. Nothing much really. Please review, ever grateful.

Imperfections

"Rumor says it's going to rain all week next week." She mused, her eyes fixated on the luminous glow of the gaslights in the middle of the foggy street. The barbershop was empty, void of all living souls except for her and Mr. Todd. He stood at a reasonable distance from her, in his usual spot, glaring out at nothing in particular. When he heard her voice, he did nothing more than grunt, only to show that he hadn't died standing up.

"Mrs. Mooney actually suggested a storm. With all the rain and thunder and the lightening…" She went on, only half conscious of what she was saying. Her mind had drifted off to a sunny beach on a warm August afternoon, just her Mr. Todd and Toby. She snapped from her thoughts when he grunted again.

"It's not supposed to rain in the summer," she said, her thoughts still drifting slowly away from the beach scene. "It's supposed to be sunny…there's supposed to be sounds of joy and laughter, and instead we get…thunder clouds." She went on; unaware of whether or not the barber was listening.

"Mrs. Lovett, many things aren't meant to happen, they just do." Sweeney Todd broke out of his silent trance to drag a point across. He looked at his landlady; she was obviously upset at the weather. He would of known exactly how upset if he had been listening to her ramblings. Still, her sneered, out of all the things in the world, she was angry at the weather. If it wasn't for the bodies in the bake house, he would even call her innocent; only for a moment though.

"Well yes," She said, breaking his chain of thoughts. "I suppose there are hundreds, thousands, millions of things that fall into the hands of fate, but why look at the worst? See, I could be whining about how I live in a drafty house, alone for that matter," She looked over to see Sweeney raise his eyebrows. "Alone as in, I'm not married. I could be bitching about how much alcohol costs, or how my hair never stays in the same place for more than an hour, but see, all of those things are pointless to waste my time on because they're obviously apparent things. The weather is apparent too, but…oh never bloody mind." She looked over at Mr. Todd, who had clearly not heard more than handful of words from her speech. Sighing quietly to herself, she turned around and walked away from the window, leaving Sweeney standing alone.

He vacated his spot by the window, and sat down on the barber's chair, thinking about how pity for his damn landlady was defiantly a good example. At least he thinks its pity.