Geisler’s Riki was squatting in the corner of the backstage area while opening a small snack, occasionally glancing at people walking past. The daylight coming through the gap in the door made his blonde hair look even brighter. “It’s so hot today,” he complained while resting his chin on his knees. In front of the studio desk, Wendissle’s Riki was still focused on the laptop and guitar in front of him. “That’s because you’re squatting near the lamp,” he replied casually. “Do I look like a plant to you?” Wendissle’s Riki only let out a small laugh. “Kind of.”

From the stairway hallway, Liu’s Riki appeared wearing a black hoodie while leaning against the wall. “You guys seriously can’t stay quiet for five minutes, huh?” “We can,” Geisler’s Riki answered quickly. “Just don’t want to.” Liu’s Riki only looked away slightly while hiding a faint smile.

Not long after, an orange cat walked into the studio from outside. Wendissle’s Riki immediately turned his head. “Isn’t that the same cat from yesterday?” The cat stopped near Liu’s Riki’s feet, and he gently petted it. “It shows up more consistently than you guys do.” “Hey, we’re here every day,” Wendissle’s Riki protested. “Yeah, but never on time.”

Soft laughter immediately filled the studio. The music was still playing quietly, and their random conversation kept going just like that simple, but enough to make the atmosphere feel comfortable.