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[there is a Japanese pretty boy sitting at a picnic table outside the SEES dorms, with violin-making tools and scraps of wood around him. he's holding a mostly-made violin, held together with clamps.]
Aahhh... it's too humid, Kivat, the glue isn't setting...
Use a different one, Wataru!
But... I don't have any other...
[the bat flapping around his head appears rather agitated]
Aahhh... it's too humid, Kivat, the glue isn't setting...
Use a different one, Wataru!
But... I don't have any other...
[the bat flapping around his head appears rather agitated]