Sunday morning kicked off with the loud roar of Geldart’s Kangle’s shiny motorcycle and the calm waiting of Caelthwynn’s Yang Yang. Suddenly, a pathetic squeak-squeak-squeak ruined the vibe. It was Klein’s Weiming, rolling up on a bicycle like a marathon runner.

"The lake is miles away, you know your legs will fall off, right?" Yang Yang asked in horror. Weiming just grinned, "Exactly! Pain is my hobby!" Kangle leaned over and whispered, "I told you, this guy isn't just crazy, he’s the final boss of insanity."

The trip was a total disaster of a parade. The two bikers had to drive at a snail’s pace, their engines crying, while Weiming pedaled so hard his eyes were popping out. Surprisingly, we caught a lot of big fish! *Proud* We finally headed home with heavy buckets, though Weiming was so exhausted he was pedaling with his eyes closed, smelling like a mix of sweat and old bait.

ㅤㅤ the 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 meets the 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥

🪽🐈‍⬛️𓏲 ๋࣭ two worlds mixed together
the chime hangs in the clammy squall. stitching the inaction to the cumbersome fragrance of crushed peonies and damp universe ࣪ ˖ 𓂋

arguing with
thus angel
house of
the nocturne

Good morning Geldiess ❤️

Sitting by the sea with Geldart's Jake, watching the boats and the calm water, then he casually asks me to buy him ice cream..