Parisian breakfast with the loudest person I know. Typical Hefflin's Taesan ordered everything on the menu just to take a bite of Mertzlan’s Woonhak food. Spent the whole morning talking about nothing and everything. My stomach is full, but my wallet is empty (because he make me pay).

We spent the entire morning tucked away in this little corner, losing track of time while talking about everything from our biggest dreams to the most random nonsense. Watching him get excited over a simple waffle while the Parisian sun hits the table.

𝓜auve light tinted through the crevice, favoring dearest beholder before a sojourn to sweet-tasting factory. Once in a lifetime savoir-faire we present, makes headway and wind up at fleecy mist. Calling upon forlorn society, soon-to-be dearly loved by us @HouseOfDulcia. We beseech you to enlist in our OPEN GATES soiree, hosted solely for living souls, regard our definite clause:

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Greesacht’s house turned into a full disaster zone after Greesacht’s Iroha invited Cherrilane’s Kya, Caelthwynn’s Seonghyeon, Morthen’s Ian, Mertzlan’s Seowon, Schröder’s Keonho, Wyrmharrow’s Keonho, Hefflin’s Ian, Altajne’s Juhoon, Velthrone’s Ian and Sjarn’s Louis for a sleepover. It started with slime experiments (Morthen’s Ian was way too invested), then somehow became a mini band session. Altajne’s Juhoon acted like a producer while messing with the guitar, Caelthwynn’s Seonghyeon and Hefflin’s Ian fought over the mic, and Schröder’s Keonho plus Wyrmharrow’s Keonho contributed nothing but chaotic background noise.

By midnight, Mertzlan’s Seowon was hugging a pillow like life support and Cherrilane’s Kya kept yawning while claiming she was “wide awake.” The boys were still screaming nonsense lyrics as Velthrone’s Ian calmly takes selfies in the middle of the chaos.

Fast forward to the morning, no one was able to wake up. Everyone was asleep in different positions, even Greesacht’s Iroha was completely gone. The only suspiciously functional human? Hefflin’s Ian. She was fully awake and serving face card in the early morning. Sjarn’s Louis managed to wake up too, but he was clearly buffering with his messy hair. The sleepover might be dangerously chaotic, but we will absolutely do it again.