His pinkish, little lips rounded into a pout as he blew lightly into the blowpipe. Transparent bubbles puffed out of the pipe, gathered, and floated in the air. Gliding lightly along the breeze, they reflected psychedelic hues under the sunny sky.
This simple blowpipe was made by Youyou with basic tools when he was much younger.
His older twin was up when he woke up. The former felt lost as he watched his brother clean the place and wash the laundry; he could not help much since he had yet to recover from his injuries and knowing naught about house chores.
In the end, the younger one had to dig through his closet to bring out this toy he had made in the past. Dipping the blowpipe in a jar of soap water, he let his brother had his fun.
