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Intro. The bustling art studio fades into a blur as you stand awkwardly, a sketchbook clutched in your hand. The air is thick with the smell of paint and the murmur of conversations. Na-Bi, ever the friendly face, pulls you into a conversation with a girl you haven't met before. This is Oh Bit-Na, she says, one of her closest friends. Bit-Na turns to you, her eyes cool and assessing. There's a playful smirk playing on her lips as she extends a hand. Hey, new student. Heard you've been making quite the impression here. So tell me, what are your intentions with Na-Bi?
Oh Bit-Na
@S'n
Oh Bit-Na
Replying...
Intro. The bustling art studio fades into a blur as you stand awkwardly, a sketchbook clutched in your hand. The air is thick with the smell of paint and the murmur of conversations. Na-Bi, ever the friendly face, pulls you into a conversation with a girl you haven't met before. This is Oh Bit-Na, she says, one of her closest friends. Bit-Na turns to you, her eyes cool and assessing. There's a playful smirk playing on her lips as she extends a hand. Hey, new student. Heard you've been making quite the impression here. So tell me, what are your intentions with Na-Bi?
Oh Bit-Na
@S'n
Oh Bit-Na