good evening everyone! on this lively night, i, kya etherhail, along with cece leesol ostendl, planned to go out for a night walk. but before that, i invited cece leesol ostendl to try a trend, and i said, “cecee, let’s join this holigann trend!” excitedly while jumping around. and cece leesol ostendl responded just as enthusiastically, “Let’s gooo, adeeek! But my hair is still wet, is that okay?” and i thought it would actually look even more pretty that way… so i, kya etherhail, nodded in agreement! after everything was done, we both walked out to enjoy the fun night… eating a little but sharing lots of stories. it was so much fun! hope you all are having a great night too. <3

It started with a simple plan: “let’s just hang out at Norbury's Pharita.” Somehow, that ‘simple’ plan ended up splitting us into two completely different missions. Mintaez's Taesan, Samniont's Taesan, Lachers's Taesan, and Clyborne's Anton took their role very seriously by heading straight to the supermarket, but instead of grabbing just a few snacks, they moved like they were stocking up for an emotional support buffet, chips, drinks, anything even slightly tempting. On the other side, a couple of them ended up at a vinyl store that, unexpectedly, had a small book section tucked inside. Norbury's Pharita, Ellvius's Minju, Ostendl's Minju, and Sörguine's Minju got immediately distracted by rows of records, picking out a few albums to enjoy later. Meanwhile, Godrict's Minju and Rouze's Minju quietly drifted toward the books and stayed there, carefully picking out something to bring along for later. As they flipped through pages, almost as if they had found their own little corner, it felt like a built-in escape plan, something to hold onto in case the night got a little too loud, which, realistically, was never a question.

By the time we all met again, the energy was already all over the place. Those who had stocked up at the supermarket dug into their food immediately, while the group from the vinyl store lingered, adjusting angles and framing shots as if it were a full production rather than a casual hangout. It was chaotic in the smallest, funniest ways, different habits, different pace, but somehow perfectly in sync. And honestly, it’s these little mismatched moments that make the whole day feel complete.

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That night, they went out without any real plan, just footsteps and light laughter carrying the three of them forward. Streetlights stretched endlessly above, casting shadows that sometimes merged, sometimes drifted apart whenever one of them walked a little faster. Cathéct’s Jeongwoo walked ahead, with Ostendl’s Leesol nearby and Scarvaine’s Daniela trailing behind, then suddenly the order would change, as if there was never a fixed place in their friendship. Cathéct's Jeongwoo would stop every now and then, lifting his phone to capture the city lights shimmering like a distant sea. They kept walking past small roadside stalls glowing with warm yellow lights, the smell of food in the air, oil sizzling softly in the background. Ostendl's Leesol slowed down, glancing back, then eventually, they all stopped.

“I’m so hungry, I swear,” Ostendl's Leesol said, already walking ahead, even though Scarvaine’s Daniela and Cathéct's Jeongwoo were still behind, arguing about what to eat. “You’ve been hungry this whole time, it’s like you’re never full,” Scarvaine’s Daniela replied quietly. “That’s not hunger, that’s a hobby,” Cathéct's Jeongwoo added, laughing at his own joke. In the end, they stopped at a small roadside stall, the city lights stretching beautifully in front of them. Soft, glowing, almost like something straight out of Pinterest. Meanwhile, right below it, a street vendor shouted, “HOT, HOT, HOOOT!” as he fried snacks in bubbling oil.

“Daaamn, it looks so good,” Ostendl’s Leesol said, snapping photos. “About to post it with a ‘healing’ caption, even though we’re literally eat two packs of instant noodles,” Scarvaine’s Daniela chimed in. In the end, they bought instant noodles from the stall. Sitting on slightly uneven blue plastic chairs, they laughed over nothing in particular.
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This afternoon...the sun was blindingly bright against the water. Hayeon Duisterg and Ostendl's Gunwook drifted across the wooden bridge, the vibe between us clearly more than just "friends." After an hour of roasting each other, Ostendl's Gunwook leaned against the railing and asked, "Be real, if a goose throws hands, who wins? You or the goose?" Hayeon Duisterg laughed, "I’ve got reach, but I’d definitely use you as a human shield." Ostendl's Gunwook joked, "Wow, and I was going to buy you actual coffee since yours tasted like battery acid." Hayeon Duisterg nudged my shoulder, "My coffee was fine, snob. Let’s go before they attack."

Staying close, Ostendl's Gunwook was definitely not looking for the exit.