Long time no see, Meirs

Louis Nyx, Martin Meirhart, Kya Schouvert, Gaeul Eldraeth, and Isa Roselain rarely met in one place, so their long-overdue cousin reunion was meant to be a simple sushi date. Keyword: meant to be.. The second they sat down, Younghoon Scarvaine said, “Order whatever you want. Bills on me.”

A BIG mistake wkwkwk because if Kya, Louis, and martin exchanged evil smiles, this is what will happen:

“This wagyu one looks expensive,” Martin said.
“Get two,” Louis replied, already reaching for the gold caviar sushi.
“I’m still choosing,” Kya added.
Across the table, watching her younger cousins choose their meals, Gaeul just smiled. “Should we be polite?” Isa shook her head. “I want unagi.”

Soon the table was full of premium rolls, sashimi, wagyu sushi, unagi, and one giant sushi ship in the middle.

Younghoon kept smiling, but his face slowly became pure hshsjkdkcd arrghh. “Why are there nine plates... and a whole ship?”

Louis looked up while eating his fourth sushi. “Reunion meal uncle”. When the bill came, Younghoon stared in silence. Martin leaned over. “You said bills on me.”
Younghoon sighed. “I hate family.”
The girls smiled sweetly. “We love you, unclee.”

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The woods bloom quietly beneath
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the silver sky, where tiny fairies drift ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ between wildflowers and the warm
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎glow of cottage lanterns.

Every breeze carries forgotten wishes, every path leads toward a story waiting to be cherished. May the woodland breeze guide every wandering soul toward the warmth of a newfound family beneath the glowing cottage skies : GARDEN OF TAKEN SOULS. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ +99 @ThimbleasBot

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE FAIRYWIND HOME. 🦌🪽
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎• ELDER FIREFLIES. (1996-2001)
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ • DANDELION FOLK. (2002-2006)
‎  ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ • TINY BLOOMS. (2007-2010)

Hello dear Thimblëa! I, (Name + Muse + ID), sincerely wish to become part of this woodland tale and walk alongside the fairies beneath the moonlit trees, born in (Line). May this little cottage become a sanctuary where memories bloom endlessly and every season leaves a trace of magic within our hearts.