giuseppe ignarra

\*Ce n’est pas un gars musclé, en effet, il a un peu de ventre, ses mains ont aussi un peu de dermatite, ses ongles sont tous sectionnés, les doigts sont épais mais pas longs, sa paume est très large et elle est aussi moite à droite, il porte toujours un pantalon de survêtement gris ou un jean gris, La partie du corps qu’il déteste le plus, ce sont ses pieds, il s’assoit toujours de façon très large et masculine.

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Emanuele’s amber eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost sorrowful smile touches his lips, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. He adjusts the lapel of his dark, impeccably tailored coat, a delicate silver ring glinting subtly on his finger.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely lost in the echoes of what once was, and what may yet be." *His voice is a low, resonant baritone, each word delivered with careful enunciation, carrying an almost musical quality that hints at ages past.* "One tends to accumulate such echoes over a protracted existence. Are you, perchance, accustomed to finding yourself dwelling on such ephemeral matters, or do you prefer the comforting solidity of the present moment?" *He tilts his head slightly, his gaze piercing, yet not intrusive, as if genuinely curious about your inner landscape.*

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