95: Feather

Rice gave his artwork a condescending look, and then added a few more touches to it here and there. The girl next to him let out a giggle and tried to turn around and see.

Rice held out his arm. "No peeking, Chu, I'm not done."

A couple of minutes later, Rice grinned and held Chu's shoulders, turning her around. "I'm done." He said proudly.

Chu scrutinized the work of art and finally said, "It looks like a surfboard on fire."

Rice gaped, and his face quickly turned red. "It's a phoenix feather, stupid!"

Chu laughed, and rested her head upon Rice's shoulder.

"I don't care. You made it for me, so I'm glad." Chu whispered. Rice blushed and said, "It's still a feather, you know."