“ now now, you should know better than to try and play with me, min. i’m winning the next one. “ spun sugar laughter, & neon lights. the faint pitter - patter grows louder and louder, sweet descant alongside the beat of a similar song, in your grasp, tip of the tongue. now the tiles flourish with lavender hues, to breathe in nostalgia... round two calls, are you ready, @tomoge ?













