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Mangaka-Dreams

Nikola Waynes

dwkeiko

Published: Mar 10, 2012

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A random doodle... I'm trying to do anything but write -___- sighhhh...I really need to finish some books; although I guess drawing my character is kinda close to writing...

Right? XD

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