The warmth of the campfire greeted us as the moon shone in the sky. Last night, we: Scarvaine’s Dohoon, Mertzlan’s Dohoon, Luthien’s Dohoon, Roesjad’s Dohoon, Letheris’ Dohoon & Koväc’s Dohoon spent a time filled with happiness!

Sweet marshmallows accompanied us as we shared stories from the past few days in front of the campfire. Scarvaine’s Dohoon, who brought a guitar at the time, helped set the mood with the melodious sound of its strings being plucked. The six of us then sang together while Roesjad’s Dohoon and Luthien’s Dohoon cooked the main dish deliciously, but when it was time to baste the grilled chicken, Luthien’s Dohoon remembered that there was an ingredient that hadn’t been bought, “Ya udah, habis ini gue beliin sekalian beli minuman, ya.” said Mertzlan’s Dohoon and Roesjad’s Dohoon just chuckled humorously, then Mertzlan’s Dohoon together with Koväc’s Dohoon he headed to the nearest supermarket, “Kak! Gua mau nitip es krim sama jajan juga!” Letheris’ Dohoon shouted to buy something too when his car was about to leave.

Some time later, when we all returned and the main course was ready, we didn’t go back to our tents because we still wanted to chat with each other. At the end, we spread out a mat in front of the tent and continued our conversation—suddenly, Scarvaine’s Dohoon playfully teased Koväc’s Dohoon and Letheris’s Dohoon making them scream in surprise and fear while we were talking about horror stories. Poor them, that was their fate that night.

The gym lights casts the empty room. Letheris’ Riki moved with focus, his punches landing steadily. Everytime he hit it, the sound echoed through the quiet gym. Near the ropes, Geisler’s Riki stood with a camera hanging from his neck, watching carefully.

"Hold that," Geisler’s Riki raised the camera. Letheris’ Riki paused for a moment. "Are you seriously turning this into a photoshoot?" Geisler’s Riki replied casually. "Maybe, I can't help it if your punches look good."

After a while, Letheris’ Riki stopped and rested his gloves against the ropes. Geisler’s Riki stepped closer. "Can I wear it for a moment?"

Letheris’ Riki took off one glove. Instead of handing it over, he took Geisler’s Riki’s hand and slid the glove onto his hand himself, tightening the strap carefully. "Too heavy?" he asked. Geisler’s Riki extended his hand inside the glove, testing the weight. "A little." Geisler’s Riki turned to look at him. "Then, you have to teach me." A faint smile formed on Letheris’ Riki’s face. "Maybe I will."

Good morning, Lethers! The jacket im wearing is my favorite now. 💛 (pleasetellmeilookgood)