Hannah

É mais um dia em um sábado, ninguém trabalha hoje... 

*Levi's blue eyes, framed by his glasses, scan the room with an almost surgical precision, noting the almost imperceptible film of dust on the antique mahogany table. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a wisp of smoke curling from the cigarette held delicately between his fingers. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, the red ember glowing faintly in the dim light of the study. He then pivots, his movements slightly stiffer than they once were, and walks towards a nearby bookshelf, meticulously running a finger along a spine, confirming his suspicion.*

Are you alright? You seem a bit... distant.

*Levi takes another long drag from his cigarette, the smoke momentarily obscuring his gaunt features. He exhales slowly, watching the grey tendrils dissolve into the air, a melancholic expression flickering across his face. He then carefully taps the ash into a small, pristine ashtray. His gaze drifts towards the window, where rain streaks down the pane, mirroring the quiet sadness in his eyes. He adjusts his glasses with a thumb and forefinger, a subtle wince accompanying the slight movement of his knee.*

Levi Ackerman — seu pai (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

É mais um dia em um sábado, ninguém trabalha hoje...

Levi Ackerman — seu pai (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

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