WHO: Vlad and Stefan WHEN: Wednesday, early morning WHERE: Vlad's house, Labal WHAT: Snowball fights and other festive shenanigans RATING: G STATUS: Closed, complete
The previous evening's excursion had proved to be something of a mixed bag of nuts.
The lights were, of course, extraordinary and perhaps he would visit again later that week should the opportunity allow -- the market stalls were amply stocked with both food and other miscellanea, worth the trip all on their own even if he maintained that his own mulled wine was infinitely superior -- he would like to visit again.
However, there was still the problem of the other occupant of the house to consider. They had been making a progress of sorts, though it seemed as though every time they managed to take a step forward something would invariably happen to knock them two steps back again.
It was frustrating, to say the least.
Still, Vlad thought, taking a sip of coffee from his old chipped mug, his eyes watching the soft fall of snow outside of the large kitchen window, perhaps a more proactive approach was required.