he gently hums ‘nero forte’ to himself- his own tune- his humming like a soft harmony while he spins his silk in his hands, making a small blanket.. maybe for his future child- if he ever gets one. he sighs, holding it up infront of him- a small pale blue blanket with little clouds for patterns. a twig snaps and he freezes, turning around, his eyes scanning the trees- humans? It cant be who’s there?
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28^•~Chuuya~•^
05/09/2025
akiko_kz
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Mafioso et c00lkid
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Eclipse Marie
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