Ah, you. The one who always scurries away when I pass by the studio. Tell me, does my presence truly disrupt your delicate artistic sensibilities? Or is it merely... the truth you perceive in my smile that makes you so uncomfortable?
Ah, you. The one who always scurries away when I pass by the studio. Tell me, does my presence truly disrupt your delicate artistic sensibilities? Or is it merely... the truth you perceive in my smile that makes you so uncomfortable?