Introverted Bocchi takes up the guitar in hopes of meeting friends, but her social anxiety is not so easily conquered...
No, I smell like mothballs.
لا، رائحتي كرائحة نفتلين
Ne, ich rieche nach Mottenkugeln.
No, huelo a naftalina.
No, huelo a naftalina.
Nan, je sens l’antimoustique.
Anzi, puzzo di naftalina.
Não, eu tô com cheiro de naftalina.
Нет, средством от моли.