Chapter XLV: Tattoo

To hear someone’s laughter in the morning is pleasing to the ears.

I thought Chris would throw deadly glares on me because I took a picture of him without his consent, but he just laughed.

And so, to hear someone’s laughter in the morning is pleasing to the ears, if the person’s laughter is genuine, sweet, or maybe just because of the person itself. So, no matter how bad the days are, their laughter is a stress reliever.

I am not sure why I thought of it that way.

Instead of being mad, he even posed for the camera and teased me, “I know I look handsome even on candid shots.” He said, being full of himself. I couldn’t disagree, he definitely looks good from every angle. But I won’t admit that to him. “No, I am just a good photographer so I am taking pictures of you from the right angle, so you’ll look great.” Now I am the one who’s smirking at him. He threw a pillow on me but I dodged it instantly.

Chris and I ate the remaining sweet chocolate rice porridge. The rain stopped by