[Good enough! They are by far the worst made-up clowns in the class once they're ushered in, but what matters is that they tried. There, they are each rewarded with a red nose to cap off their efforts, which Yi Sang stares at as it sits in his palm.]
[Well, he is. In fact, he's already begun to put it on his nose when she says that they can chuck it. His hand pauses around the prosthesis, wondering if he should take it off or leave it be.]
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We can chuck it when no one's looking.
[ She is not doing the nose. ]
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