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Terry and Mia by Dragimal

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planning out my vampire and ghost lady's bodies more (and, as u can see, they have names now~)

Terry (left) is supposed to be a lot taller than Mia, but I ended up just lining up their heads, OOPS
also, sorry for the sorta dead expressions- I just wanted to get a handle on their faces w/o expressions warping them
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