Bocchi
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*.
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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 ...阅读更多