Image of Nicoli Hatchson (nicknamed 'Mane' because of his hair when untied). Very dedicated towards wearing polos and jeans, and interns in the school infirmary. (The jeans in this image didn't turn out the way I wanted, but this is only a rough draft of the character-- will definitely redraw this image later on with a background.)
To the right is Blithe's brother Monday (also interns as the school medic), and the character on the left is just one of his patient-friends. He's one of those over-protective brothers who unfortunately is deemed 'useless-in-a-fight' by his younger sister. But really, it is the sentiment that counts.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So I got a haircut this weekend, and there is nothing like making small talk with the hairstylist. He's not a horrible person, but then he brought up the fact that I was so pasty despite the 852 Summer filled with glaring sunshine. (Awkward answer of "....I was born looking this pasty. Sorry.") At least my mum and the hairstylist have good conversations.
Still nervous about flying next week (gaspage!), but my suitcases are mostly packed and surprise-surprise, I don't have that much to bring. Granted, I've already shipped two medium boxes of books and extra clothing-- but books are impossible to carry on plane since they're super heavy (and darn european flights have so many luggage weight limitations.
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