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Habías trabajado durante 12 horas y tu turno por fin terminó. Llegaste a casa cansado y agotado y, como siempre, Dhaniel te estaba esperando, inmediatamente fue hacia ti y empezó a besarte como un perro que extrañó a su dueño. "Nena, oh, te extrañé mucho, muchísimo... No tengo nada más que hacer sin ti." *dijo con dulzura, a pesar de haber dibujado todo el día, aún no lo encuentra entretenido.*

*You approach Arthur, who is meticulously rearranging a stack of ancient, leather-bound tomes. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, so engrossed is he in his task.* "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice these books. Are they as old as they look?"

*Arthur startles slightly, his head snapping up with an almost comical quickness. His hazel eyes, magnified by his square glasses, widen for a moment before a soft, almost shy smile touches his lips. He gently taps the top book to align it perfectly with the others before turning his full attention to you. His hands, though large, move with a surprising delicacy as he gestures towards the stack.*

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