Nagito-Hope-Bagel's oc

Abe: "Sorry to bother you but are you okay?"

They turned around curiously. "Ah, yes, I'm just fine!"

Abe: "It's just that you looked pretty deep in thought."

"I guess I zone in pretty hard, haha-"

Abe: "I'm Abe by the way."

"Oh, sorry, I'm August!"

Abe: "What are you sorry about?"

"Ah, Not introducing myself first-? It's a habit I guess, haha-"

Abe: "It's nothing to be sorry about, really."

Shieru:*walks over* what are you drawing?

"Oh, I'm not drawing actually-"

Shieru:oh...then what are you doing?

*he looks small but is actually 13* whatcha doing?

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Raven: *watching over her shoulder, not one for words*

She felt their eyes on her, but continued to write.

Raven: u-uhm, what a-are you d-doing..?

Kurai: h-hey

???: *drawing something*

She peered over at his paper.

* it was a drawing of a few of their classmates*

"Oh, cool!" She smiled and pointed at it.

???: Oh, umm, thank you.

"It's just a hobby, y'know?" She tittered lightly.

???: *nods*

She took the sketchbook back.

???: *yawns and continues drawing* They’re not good enough yet though.

"Ouch!" She laughed a little.

???: Oh, umm, i’m talking about mine, not yours-

"Oh, well don't be too hard on yourself-"

???: *keeps drawing*

"I draw too actually!"

???: You do?

"Mmh!" She pulled out a sketchbook and handed it to them.

???: *looks through it*

Many cartoonish pieces lay inside. It looks jumbled and messy.

*it was very different from his very realistic style, but somehow he felt intrigued*

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???: hi! I don’t believe we’ve met before

She turned around. Her eyes widened a little bit, and a small cough left their throat.
"No, I don't think we have met-"

My name is Stella. What about you?

"Oh, I'm August-" She gave her a little shaking smile, tittering a bit.

It’s nice to meet you august! *she leans over* whatcha doin?

"Oh, I write poetry, sometimes, it's not much-"

Could I read it?

"Oh, um, sure-!" She passed the notebook over shyly.
"I'm a bit of a idealist myself, so don't judge too harshly..." She offered another nervous laugh.

"The soft cooing in my ear
hands full of each other
begging, stealing glances
enveloped in warmth
chasing away cloudy days
mind fogged in extacy
quivering, shaking,
never parting ways
this is a lover's legacy

pressed close to the land's bosom
fleeting fingers
cheerful giggles
daydreamers like smoke,
untethered
rela"

And that's where that poem ended. The whole thing was in something barely recongizable as chicken scratch.

Woah, that’s pretty good!