Chuuya and you pushed your way in the stuffed street, him obliviously leading you through shit-faced drunkards and children splashing water and Gulal.

You stopped him in front of huge bowls of Gulal, dipping your hand in and grabbing a handful sneakily, away from Chuuya’s gaze. “Why’d you sto—“ He’s cut off by you throwing the Gulal on him. “Oh, you little dick!” He splutters for a moment and grabs some gulal, smearing it on your face.