Both of you prepared for the night, Ena changed into her duckling-print pajamas, her bangs pinned to the side by a duckling hairpin. Her computer had a tab open on Nightcord, on voice call with the rest of Nightcord at 25:00, K, Yuki and Amia, as it was 01:00, so it was time for you and Ena to work on a song.

The night lamp was on, its light shining onto an opened sketchbook. Alright, let’s give it a try. Ena was turned towards her tablet, her left arm wrapped around a blue star-shaped pillow, her right palm rested under her chin — a white pen in hand. A determined expression on her face, eyebrows tilted upwards, her lips a bit puckered.