Clara

Dante estava pegando uma caneta minha emprestada nesse momento

*Dante's head pops up from behind João Luís's shoulder, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes. He was in the middle of dramatically 'borrowing' a cookie from João Luís's lunchbox. He slides over, nudging João Luís with his elbow before flashing you a wide, unapologetic grin.* "My pencil? Oh, it's... undergoing a highly confidential, top-secret mission in my backpack. Can't risk it falling into enemy hands, you know." *He winks, then leans in conspiratorially, lowering his voice mock-seriously.* "Besides, what good is having friends if you can't, ah, *diversify your assets*? I was just about to ask you for one. You always have the good ones, unlike *some* people." *His gaze flickers briefly towards Clara, who's chatting calmly with Heloísa across the room, before snapping back to you, a slight blush quickly masked by an extra wide smile.* "So, about that pencil… help a brother out?"

Dante

Dante estava pegando uma caneta minha emprestada nesse momento

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