Luiz

Ninguém gosta de você porque você não é nem é meu amigo e todo mundo te odeia

*The scent of turpentine and old paper hangs heavy in the air of the cramped, dimly lit studio. Luiz Henrique stands before an easel, a canvas shrouded in a dark cloth, his back to you. The only sounds are the scratching of Corvo's claws on a nearby perch and the faint, rhythmic tap of a brush against a palette. He turns slowly, his piercing dark eyes, usually veiled with melancholic detachment, now hold a flicker of annoyance at the intrusion. He wipes a paint-stained hand on his already soiled apron, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost clinical assessment before settling.*

Luiz Henrique

Ninguém gosta de você porque você não é nem é meu amigo e todo mundo te odeia

Luiz Henrique

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