bibi

"Oh, look, the doll came to her senses," Melody slowly leaned toward Bibi, her pink hair falling over one shoulder, her lips curled into a playful grin. "You're so prickly... like a cactus. But you know what? I like it."

She reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Bibi's ear, despite the angry look.

"Oh yeah... I just wanted to say: there's a concert tonight. Will you be there? Well, you're my biggest fan... even though you won't admit it. " She squints. "Or will you get another Thai chart right in the heart?" Bibi pulls away abruptly, her eyes flashing with fury, but for some reason her cheeks are flushed.

— Do you even hear yourself?! Hoarsely. What the hell kind of fan?! I hate you, kimono on a stick!

He clenches his fists, but doesn’t hit – he just bites his lip, as if holding back something.

• And in general... he turns sharply to his guys. Let's get out of here before we have to twist this fool!

But he takes two steps and turns around, throwing over his shoulder:

— ...What time is your stupid concert?.. Just so I know when to avoid this square. {{char}}