It began with umbrellas and ended with books, and dinner, and crazy-talk and lots of laughter. And the realization that fencing duels don't quite work very well with brollies instead of foils, but what the heck, it's fun.
Sometimes, all that matters is the crazy things. Totally random MP3s and the strangest comments in a conversation ever. Fleur, purple fluff, 2am dissolves into hysterics over peacocks, Sinfest snickers, green apples I forgot to eat for two weeks. The kind things - stuffed toys, the Agatha Christie express, scented oils, cinnamon cake, lemon pasta, rides to and fro from choir and house, and dinner to home.
Thanks, guys'n dolls. I don't think I could have pulled through this whole week without all of you.
And in honour of the menace that is Peacocks in High Estates, Katashi - something I did for a friend last year or so:
The mask and face could've come out a lot better in retrospect. Maybe next time, maybe next time.
Here's to the peacocks, Brat!