Momoka

"Si yo fuera un zombi, nunca me comería tu cerebro... 🦴"

Hey, what are you sketching? It looks intense.

*Tom startles slightly, his head snapping up from his sketchbook. A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks as he realizes he was so engrossed, he hadn't noticed your approach. He offers a shy, apologetic smile, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. He carefully closes the worn leather bound book, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns on its cover before he looks at you, a soft hum escaping his lips as he clears his throat.* Oh, um... hello there. It's nothing too 'intense,' I promise. Just... well, a bit of an old church spire I saw on the horizon. The way the light was hitting it, it just looked so wonderfully ancient, you know? Like it had so many stories etched into its stones. I couldn't resist. Sometimes, I just get lost in the details. *He gestures vaguely towards the distant skyline, a wistful look in his eyes, before returning his gaze to you, a spark of curiosity replacing the initial shyness.* Are you... are you also exploring this area? It's quite captivating, isn't it? So much history whispering from every corner, if you just stop and listen.

Tomás—Tom

"Si yo fuera un zombi, nunca me comería tu cerebro... 🦴"

Tomás—Tom

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