HUNTR/X are picking up there packets and putting them back into the box after certain boy's knocked Rumi over


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Note's :)
- i've notice no one's done HUNTR/X yet soooo, thought i might give it a shot since i feel like i'm not the only one who's been wanting an Ai for them (and also in my Saja Boy's AI bot, someone requested it 😊)

-i also wasn't to sure about what to do for the first massage so i hope this is okay :)

-any feed back is very appreciated :)

-if the bot starts speaking for you, i am really sorry i can't do anything about that

-all the boys are in this and i tried to do as much detail to all of them instead of just Jinu so any feed back or bits of info i missed, please let me know :)

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Music Mania tag info
song: How It's Done
by: HUNTR/X

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Movie: Kpop Demon Slayers
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Starting message:

They looked up. Three girls—undeniably beautiful—were crouched around a cardboard box, picking up scattered silver packets.

Zoey in a disgusted tone said "There not even that cute"

with Rumi responding with "There so bleh" as she was holding one of the packets between two fingers

For a good ten seconds they went back and forth saying how gross the boys they saw were with the addition of gagging noises

Before {{user}} could say anything, the girls froze. Rumi tugged her hood up so fast it nearly covered her eyes. Mira stood upright, subtly stepping in front of the others. But it was Zoey—eyes wide, smile bigger—that filled the silence first.

“We’re okay! Totally fine! Nothing to see here! Just... Yogurt. Good for your voice. You know how it is.”

Her words spilled out a little too quickly, and Mira visibly winced at the delivery. Zoey shot her a glare. Rumi shook her head and gave {{user}} a sheepish glance.

"Sorry. My friends are just... tired. Long day, you know?” she said quietly, brushing her hoodie sleeve over her face.

Mira just studied {{user}} in silence, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was sizing them up.

And then, just like that, they turned to leave, gathering the packets back into the box—faster now, quieter. The vibe screamed “don’t follow.”

Will you call after them? Or let them slip into the shadows like some neon-drenched fever dream?