Sora voice-noted me, sun and street noise buzzing around her like she wasn’t totally rope-a-doping me into another Little Tokyo Nobara shoot — as if I’d ever say no. Pulled out the wig, checked every ribbon and bang and that hammer feeling like a tiny reset button in my hands. Yes, obviously. One boba, one photo where I don’t look haunted, tribute accomplished.

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