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“It’s not done,” Hepsi said, almost defensively.

Then Hepsi cracked a smile. “You want to help me color the flames?” Gwen Summer Heat - Hepsi WIP -SkuddButt-

Gwen smirked. “I get heatstroke. Same thing.” “It’s not done,” Hepsi said, almost defensively

She sat on the steps of Hepsi’s garage, knees drawn up, fanning herself with a folded flyer for a car wash that had happened two weeks ago. Inside, through the half-open door, Hepsi was hunched over her laptop—the WIP. A digital canvas with half-rendered flames, a character model missing its left arm, a background that was just blocks of orange and red. “I get heatstroke

Gwen peeled herself off the steps and ducked into the garage’s shade. On the screen: a rough animation loop. A character—Gwen, unmistakably, with that sharp jaw and the lazy confidence—walking through a haze of summer mirage. Behind her, the word HEPSI flickered like a neon sign shorting out. And in the bottom corner, in tiny, almost apologetic type: skuddbutt.