A/N: Guess what? I'm alive! Sorry for the delay, guys. Blame calculus. Calculus is like having a mistress that you have to devote all your time and money to...
36. Marathon
Echo Village: an endless marathon of festivals.
Neil had never seen so many festivals in one season. It was like an endless cycle of celebratory nonsense, festivals dedicated to everything.
Yet behind his scowl, she saw the secret smile that occasionally surfaced each festival. His excitement was concealed when he stubbornly crossed his arms, but it was still there. It was blatantly obvious to her.
When she won, he'd congratulate her in his own harsh way. When she lost, he'd console her in an even harsher way.
Echo Village: an endless marathon of festivals; an endless marathon of seeing her.