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Heartbeat, Sunrise

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Published: Jan 2, 2013

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The protagonist and Chie from Persona 4. I've actually been drawing quite a bit of Persona 4 fanart lately-- however, it's been on Japanese oekaki sites and concept sketches that are too vague to upload. This too, is a product of one of those oekaki sites, Pixiv Chat (as you can tell from the parts of other drawings in it). I was actually intending to use the website to plan a more complicated piece with the entire investigation team wearing fancy outfits for a New Year's celebration, but this'll do fine. I loved 2012, and I hope 2013 is just as awesome!

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