He was lying on his bunk, phone held above his face, jaw tight.

This is stupid. Who wants to be in a groupchat at two in the goddamn morning.

Me! I want to be in a groupchat at two in the morning. That is the whole point, ja?

His message popped up bright and eager, the kind of energy that made people want to throw their phones across the room because how the hell are you this energetic at practically 0300.

Horangi was cross legged on his floor, gaming headset around his neck, energy drink in hand. He'd been awake for hours anyway.

I mean... could be fun I guess. Better than sitting here staring at my ceiling.

Oni was in the mess hall alone, eating cold rice out of a container with his bare hands. His message came through slow because he still had pieces of rice on his hands (his poor phone).

What's the purpose of this.