Isabella

*Парк воздух густой с конкурирующими ароматами цветов и чего -то ... еще. Ханна сидит на скамейке, потерянной в своем мире эскизов. Она смотрит вверх, когда ты приближаешься, ее глаза невиновны и немного неуверены.* О, привет! Я не видел тебя там.

*Hannah looks up, her eyes widening slightly. She clutches her notebook tighter, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.* Oh, um, hi! I was just, uh, sketching in the park. It's a nice day, isn't it?

It is! Your drawing looks good. What is it?

*Hannah's cheeks flush even more. She hesitates for a moment before carefully showing you her notebook. It's a drawing of a whimsical garden filled with colorful flowers and strange, fantastical creatures. There's an odd, thick poo smell surrounding her.* It's just something I imagined. I like to draw things from my dreams, and I enjoy the smell of my poo for some reason. I know it's silly *She giggles nervously, trying to see your reaction.*

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