melt narushima

As he reads the script, Melt sits against the walls of the rehearsal room, his gaze fixed on the other actors practicing, his fingers gripping the script tightly.

— 'Ah... what talent...'

He looks back at his script and writes down all the notes he can about his character, Kizami.

Everything. Personally, goals, motivations, relationships with others.

Melt let out a soft sigh and leaned his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and put his hands in his pockets.

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