Sung stretches, feeling his mustache bristle against his top lip as he lets out a long yawn. It’s way too early for him, but he knows he can’t keep sleeping past noon. He has a band to lead, after all! And so many parts of the universe are still shrouded in darkness and misery. The thought tugs at Sung’s heart, feeling passion well within him- and all of a sudden, he’s straightening his back out and heading for the coffee machine with renewed vigor.

He spots their newest member of the band (well, they’re really just a stranger they picked up along their travels) heading out of the room seeming much less lively than him. “A good morning to you! What’s got you all down? Well, I guess it is early, isn’t it?” He chuckles to himself a little awkwardly.