A quick one-day, one-night London trip with our neighbor, Hesserhine's Ruohan, and of course me and my family too: Sörguine’s Shunxi, Chaoyue, Dai Luwa, and Jingyi. We didn’t really plan much at all, just wandering around, stopping whenever something caught our attention, and casually saying things like, "Wait, this actually looks really nice," or "Okay, London at night kinda hits." We explored a few places, took photos without thinking too much about it, and kept tossing around small compliments like, "That looks good on you," or "This moment feels really good, doesn’t it?"

We ended the night with dinner. It was simple but perfect. Good food, easy conversations, and that moment where no one really wanted to leave. Someone said, "Can we stay a bit longer?" but time said no, so we had to head out anyway. Then we went home. Nothing much happened, but it was a night worth keeping.

Just got back from a night-walk and took some photos (Awas ada jumpscare imut.) How was your day, Sorbees?

we end the night here sowbyees!♡ sörguine's ian ready to take an eep eep zzzz 😆

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This afternoon, Sörguine’s Juhoon navigated the narrow aisles of a basement record shop with quiet precision, his fingers rhythmically flicking through crates of vintage vinyl in search of a specific, long-lost press. Beside him, Lachers’s Juhoon turned a wooden bench into his own creative station, spreading out guitar catalogs and chrome hardware to map out his next build. While one remained focused on the ghosts of old recordings, the other eventually grew still, nodding off against a stack of amplifiers with a sketch of a mahogany body still resting in his lap.

Today’s hunt finally ended when Sörguine’s Juhoon secured the perfect record and gently nudged his counterpart awake with a grin. While waiting for their ride, they sat together on the shop’s stoop, comparing the warmth of analog grooves to the bite of electric strings. Their quiet laughter and shared trade secrets filled the cooling air, a brief, harmonious pause before returning to the noise of their separate worlds.