"My arm is falling asleep," whispered Deulgi, suddenly realizing that the reason he couldn't feel his fingers was because Hyeonmi had been putting his entire weight on his arm. Though with some difficulty, Hyeonmi tried to shift his weight a little bit because their hiding spot was not very large, and in order for both of them to look through the binoculars, there wasn't a lot of space for extra arms.

"Here, hold on," said Hyeonmi, "Stick your arm behind me —" With some further shuffling, they finally ended up rearranging all their limbs so that they could keep looking through the binoculars.

"What about over by the fence?" murmured Pideulgi after another minute of looking through his side of the binoculars.

"Where?" asked Hyeonmi, switching to his right eye as if that would help him see what Deulgi was talking about.

"Look, by the red thing over there—"

"Is that like a bulletin board?" frowned Hyeonmi.

"I guess, but I don't know if people go over there very often," sighed Pideulgi. "Hold on, let's wait and see—"

"We should probably watch for a minute and see—"

"Oh, I know—" Pideulgi suddenly had an idea. "Today this should be like a field study— we should see where people interact with message boards or even stuff like benches or walls the most so we know where to stick the notes."

"We should do a tally, then," said Hyeonmi.

"Oh, oh," said Deulgi excitedly. "Look, there's some girl over there—" Hyeonmi, who had briefly stopped looking through his lens to rub his eye, tried to look through his side again and bumped Deulgi with his chin in his hurry.

"Ow," said Deulgi, making a fake crying face since he couldn't use his free arm to rub his sore jaw or he'd tumble backwards into the bushes.

"Sorry," said Hyeonmi with a somewhat rueful laugh. "If it leaves a bruise, I'll buy you strawberry milk—"

"Buy me one anyways," wheedled Deulgi.

"Can you buy me banana milk, then?"

"Then we should buy our own milk," pouted Deulgi, "Then what's the point—"

"Ah, fine," said Hyeonmi relenting with amusement. "After this, let's get milk."

Satisfied, Hyeonmi turned his attention back to his left lens and the girl they had spotted putting up messages on the bulletin board. "What is that?" asked Hyeonmi, after a brief moment of silence. He squinted a little bit as if that would somehow improve his vision.

"I'm not sure, I can't really see— the paper has like those little pull tabs on it though— maybe she's advertising some kind of tutoring or lessons?"

"Well, that's one," said Hyeonmi. "Aren't we doing a tally? Do you have paper?"

"I have my phone," said Deulgi. "It's in my jacket pocket, but I can't reach—"

Hyeonmi snaked his arm over and tried to get Deulgi's phone from the jacket he had slung around his neck. After finding the pocket, he rummaged around for a second before saying, "Your phone isn't in here."

"It's not?" asked Delugi with some surprise. "I thought I put it in th— oh—" He suddenly realized where he had put it. "—oh, it's in my bag on the bench over there—ah, well we can just—"

"You have a pen in here though," said Hyeonmi, withdrawing a pen from the pocket instead. "Do you usually carry pens around?"

"I brought it in case we wrote any notes," said Pideulgi.

"But we don't even have paper," said Hyeonmi, laughing. "Were you going to write stuff on leaves?"

"That's a good idea," said Deulgi with a small grin. "But I think people would ignore them.."

"I guess," Hyeonmi replied. "Well, can I write on your arm?"

"What?"

"Your arm," said Hyeonmi. He had clicked down the pen by pushing it against his nose, since his other arm was holding the binoculars.

"I guess," said Deulgi. "Make the lines pretty, though."

"Well, I wasn't going to scribble," said Hyeonmi indignantly. "Don't move so that I can draw it straight. Hold the binoculars—"

Deulgi grasped the binoculars tightly so they wouldn't hit Hyeonmi in the face while he used his binocular hand to draw a green line on his arm. Hyeonmi suddenly started losing it.

"What, what," gasped Deulgi with alarm, slightly out of breath.

"Why—" Hyeonmi giggled, "—why weren't you breathing— you seriously—" Fortunately, he had lifted the pen at this point.

"You said to hold still," protested Deulgi. "I was still, wasn't I?"

Hyeonmi just laughed again. "There, that's one."

They resumed looking through the binoculars. Almost immediately after they did, a small group of people approached the bulletin board and browsed the messages for a minute.

"Does that count as one or nine?" asked Hyeonmi interestedly.

"Do you think I have space on my arm for nine lines?" Deulgi complained. "You drew the first one really long, too —"

"Ah, too bad, the green looks kind of nice—"

"You chose green?" yelped Deulgi. "There are six colors on that pen and you chose green—" He tried to turn his head to see his arm but ended up only being able to have a better view of Hyeonmi's earrings.

"I had to choose with my nose," protested Hyeonmi. "I like the green. It looks good."

"I am not here to get a tattoo," grumbled Pideulgi, though he didn't actually seem that annoyed about it. Hyeonmi reached over and put another line next to the other one.

"Wait, there's a ton of people over there, what is that," asked Hyeonmi, moving the binoculars to the left slightly. There were a few people sitting on various benches in a small sitting area surrounded by trees. There was a statue of an important looking guy there.

"Not sure, but I don't think we can stick notes on the guy," said Deulgi.

"Who said anything about sticking notes on the statue—" said Hyeonmi, once again laughing to himself. "There's like a wall behind the benches—"

"Ah, that's pretty good," agreed Deulgi. "It's shady so I think people will go over there—"

"That should count as one too," said Hyeonmi, already grabbing the pen.

"This is a different location," protested the other. "We'll get them mixed up—"

"I'll put it by your elbow," said Hyeonmi. Deulgi sighed and held his breath again.

"Stop—" Hyeonmi lifted the pen before he had even put it down, shaking with laughter. "—stop not breathing, it's too funny—"

"You said not to move," insisted Pideulgi. "And if I breathe, I might accidentally breathe in your ear—"

"Then stop turning your head," complained Hyeonmi, still giggling. "Besides, who cares, did you not brush your teeth—"

"I brushed them," protested Deulgi indignantly, the scene through the binoculars forgotten for the moment. "But then I ate some Pepero in front of the bathroom on the fourth floor of Visual Arts—"

Hyeonmi sounded like he busted a lung. "Why—" he said, unable to speak from laughing so hard. "—why are you telling me—so specific." He collapsed onto Deulgi's right shoulder. "—the bathroom —"

Deulgi tried to stop himself from giggling. After a minute, Hyeonmi finally composed himself and before anyone could laugh again, made another tally in green ink. "There," he said, still hiccuping with laughter. "That's one for the statue guy—"

They managed to get enough tallies to have a sufficient sample size, according to Deulgi, though he conveniently came to this conclusion precisely as both their arms were completely sore from holding up the binoculars and digging into the grass. Thus, they were now outside one of the school convenience stores on campus, huddled over Hyeonmi's tablet, a banana milk, and a strawberry milk.

"We should do a spreadsheet in Excel," said Deulgi, who was latched onto his strawberry milk like it was his sole life source.

"I have no idea how to use Excel," said Hyeonmi. "There's a reason I study sports—"

"Here, let me—"

Hyeonmi surrendered the tablet to Deulgi and took an extremely long sip of his milk. Half the container disappeared instantly. Meanwhile, Deulgi was fiddling with his apps. "You don't even have Excel on here—"

"When would I use Excel," Hyeonmi said defensively. "It's not like I calculate player statistics—"

"Ah, alright," relented Deulgi. "Let's just put it in Word then." He opened a new document and started typing random headings like, "Statue Guy With the Wall" and "Puppy Guy".

Hyeonmi, who was looking over at what he was doing, immediately reacted to "Puppy Guy". "What is that," he asked, his straw running dry already. "Puppy Guy—"

"They guy with the cute dog who stood by that lamppost," said Deulgi. "How many people went there—"

"Oh, hold on," said Hyeonmi. He got up to squint at Deulgi's right arm. "Is it the ones by your elbow?"

"No, those were the statue guy ones," said Deulgi. "You literally just drew this, I can't believe you forgot—"

"I didn't forget," said Hyeonmi. He randomly added, "You're kinda buff though."

"I lift a lot of binoculars," said Deulgi. "What number am I putting here?"

"I think.. it's these ones," replied Hyeonmi, still sucking on his straw even though there was clearly no banana milk in there. He jabbed his thumb at Deulgi's upper forearm. "So.. six?"

"There were that many?" said Deulgi, again with some concern.

Hyeonmi giggled again. "Your arm is really stripey."

"You'd better help me get those off later," warned Deulgi. "You'll help me, right?"

"Yeah," said Hyeonmi, sniggering at his handiwork. "You got any milk left?"

Unlike the previous day, they had arrived at their meeting room and fortunately found it empty. Hyeonmi and Deulgi had shown up first since Hyeonmi had remembered there was a first aid kit with alcohol swabs in there that would dissolve the ink.

"Are you sure?" asked Deulgi doubtfully, who had been forced into his chair by Hyeonmi and was now sitting with his sleeve rolled up.

"Yeah, alcohol dissolves ink," he said confidently. "I know because I always write on my arm with pens—"

"Don't you get ink poisoning from that?"

"Well I'm still here," grinned Hyeonmi devilishly. He had started swabbing the other's arm aggressively with an alcohol swab.

"I feel like I'm about to get blood drawn," said Deulgi, shifting in his seat at the feeling of the cold swab. "You know that feeling when they're sanitizing your arm—"

"Let me see," said Hyeonmi. He took the already green-streaked swab and rubbed it on his own arm. "Oh weird," he said. "Bro, that's weird."

"Is it coming off?"

Hyeonmi showed him the green-stained cotton swab. "We might need a few more though."

Deulgi was digging through the first aid kit when Sunny and Skip walked in. "What is this, a doctor's visit?" Skip asked.

"Every time I come in here these two are having some kind of wellness check—" said Sunny, as if personally offended by this. "His arm looks a bit weird though, so I'd prescribe him some medicine—"

"Who asked for a doctor?" asked Won Do, appearing in the doorway. "I know how to look symptoms up on Naver—"

"Everyone can look up symptoms on Naver," said Sunny, rolling his eyes. "You just type in 'what to do green arm' and it comes up—

Hyeonmi, who was scrubbing Deulgi's arm without looking up, said, "Bro, can you get ink poisoning from drawing on your arm?"

"Ballpoint pen ink manufacturing is highly regulated these days," said Sunny, who had looked it up on his phone. "So no."

"Not from what I recall," said Skip at the same time. "Why is he so green—"

"It says here he may have jaundice," announced Won Do, scrolling on his phone.

Skip started losing it. "Jaundice—"

"That—," said Hyeonmi, taken aback. "That is not it—it's ink—"

"Everyone, you should only trust actual medical professionals," said Sunny. He sat down in his chair as if he was already spent.

"Why is it green though," Skip asked again.

"We had to do a field study." Deulgi turned his head again to look at Hyeonmi's progress.

"So did you have to blend into the grass?" he replied, coming over to also look at Deulgi's arm and readjusting his beanie. "You missed a spot."

Hyeonmi went back to the spot by his elbow and scrubbed a bit more. "Done," he said. "It's off."

"Thanks bro," said Deulgi. "We got a lot of data so.. success."

They high-fived each other with flourish. Daisy and Jjim had come in, dragging several bags of their delivery order for the day, which was sandwiches.

"Guys, wait till you see my flamingo pics," said Daisy, before even setting the bags down. "I saved them to show you guys in person. What did you do?"

"I got drawn on," volunteered Deulgi, raising his hand. Hyeonmi grinned.