The servant had gone to bed early, muttering things like “tired” and “brain full of boxes.”

But Benno wasn’t done.

From the top of the wardrobe, he stared down at the hoomin in bed like a dramatic owl.

Eyes glowing. Tail flicking. Brain whirring.

Benno: “He still hasn’t told me which window gets sunset light.”

Servant: [from under blanket] “Benno… please. Sleep.”

Benno: “Not until I see the floor plan again.”

Suddenly, he heard it.

The unmistakable sound of Lohe crunching snacks in the dark.

Benno launched down from the wardrobe with a soft thud and ran to the food bowl like he hadn’t eaten in days.

Lohe: [mouth full] “You still up?”

Benno: “Couldn’t sleep. Needed answers.”

Lohe: “I get it. I keep imagining the new hallway. I think it echoes. Perfect for night zooms.”

The two munched in silence for a bit, occasionally side-eyeing the hallway like they were planning something.

Then, without a word, they locked eyes.

It was time.

Moderate Zoomies activated.

No full-speed chaos — they were too tired for that.

But enough movement to make their point:

The excitement is real. The energy is building.

Benno crab-walked across the rug.

Lohe did one impressive couch leap followed by a flop.

At one point, someone knocked over a sock with great purpose.

Benno: [panting slightly] “Okay… I’m satisfied. For now.”

Lohe: “Tomorrow we ask about cupboard access.”

They returned to their sleep stations — Lohe on the pillow that isn’t his, Benno in the laundry that definitely isn’t clean.

Wednesday evening ends with full bellies, mild zoomies, and dreams of unexplored sunbeams.

The new apartment awaits.

But tonight, they rest.

Kinda.