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Who: Padma and Feliks
When: January 19, evening
Where: Padma's lovely abode~
What: Just two gals hanging out, eating cookies, and watching American Idol. Slumber party times are the best times.
Padma smiled as she pulled the single batch of cookies from the oven, a dozen oval Nan Khatai who's sweet smell made her mouth water. Atop of the oven was the pudding, or rice pudding to be exact, left aside to cool and thicken before her guest arrived to help her study, if that was even what this get-together was to be, for she wasn't sure exactly; Feliks acted sweet, but even Padma could tell that he was a bit slow. It was fun, however, and she always did like a bit of spontaneity. Besides, his interests seemed to line up nicely with her own, and he actually seemed like he wanted to do something, which was more than anyone else she had come across since her time in America.
She was so happy she could cry. Padma thrived off of the company of other people.
Hopping over to the sofa, the woman slid right onto it's cushions lazily and grabbed the remote for the TV, powering the device on and flicking through the local channels. One show caught her interest, a singing one with crowds and crowds of people, and she decided to stick with it if not purely because the sight of people humiliating themselves purposely made her interested. Padma rolled onto her back and folded her arms behind her head, waiting patiently for her guest.
When: January 19, evening
Where: Padma's lovely abode~
What: Just two gals hanging out, eating cookies, and watching American Idol. Slumber party times are the best times.
Padma smiled as she pulled the single batch of cookies from the oven, a dozen oval Nan Khatai who's sweet smell made her mouth water. Atop of the oven was the pudding, or rice pudding to be exact, left aside to cool and thicken before her guest arrived to help her study, if that was even what this get-together was to be, for she wasn't sure exactly; Feliks acted sweet, but even Padma could tell that he was a bit slow. It was fun, however, and she always did like a bit of spontaneity. Besides, his interests seemed to line up nicely with her own, and he actually seemed like he wanted to do something, which was more than anyone else she had come across since her time in America.
She was so happy she could cry. Padma thrived off of the company of other people.
Hopping over to the sofa, the woman slid right onto it's cushions lazily and grabbed the remote for the TV, powering the device on and flicking through the local channels. One show caught her interest, a singing one with crowds and crowds of people, and she decided to stick with it if not purely because the sight of people humiliating themselves purposely made her interested. Padma rolled onto her back and folded her arms behind her head, waiting patiently for her guest.