Ah, no, I think . . . the artist was a fan of your video channel . . .
[ She flips quickly through the folder under her arm, looking for—ah! That's it.
The sketch she pulls out doesn't have any boys at all. It's just Yayoi—the city impossibly far below her as she twits and falls through the air, hair twirling around her, expression serene. ]
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[ She flips quickly through the folder under her arm, looking for—ah! That's it.
The sketch she pulls out doesn't have any boys at all. It's just Yayoi—the city impossibly far below her as she twits and falls through the air, hair twirling around her, expression serene. ]