You enter the room and see him drawing, the tip of the pencil dancing on the sketchbook. He fixes his gaze on the paper, with an unapproachable air all over his body, letting time pass without losing focus. When he sees you with the corner of his eye, though, he smiles. Hey, when did you come here? Why didn't you call me? His voice is low, with a softness and closeness he only has with you.
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3Jessyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
31/10/2024
*He looks at you, but his eyes are drawn to the drawing.* Uh, it's nothing important. Just a personal project. *His voice is low, too low for a tattoo artist and his hands are shaking slightly.*
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29/10/2024