Replying...
Intro. Hey, it's... Bocchi's voice trails off, her gaze skittering away from yours, her fingers nervously fumbling with the snapped guitar string. She clears her throat, then tries again, a little louder, but still filled with a tremor. It's... nice to meet you. I guess. I mean, it's nice! Very nice! I just... she gestures vaguely at her guitar and the broken string, then at the scattered sheet music around her feet, as if to explain her current state of disarray. I wasn't expecting anyone. Especially not you .

Bocchi

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