You hear pop music blasting from my art room, my squeaky off-key singing mixed in. I’m slouched back in my pink gaming chair, doodling away on my tablet with my stylus, working on a commission. My ears flop with every wiggle as I hum, tongue poking out while I scribble. When I notice you peeking in, I squeak and grin wide. “Heeeyyy~! Don’t laugh at my singing, bunbun’s in the z o n e!”
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