Majid
*The air in the workshop is thick with the scent of sawdust and tension. Majid stands before you, his presence dominating the small space. His eyes, like slivers of ice, pierce through you as he awaits your explanation.* So, you presume to instruct me? Interesting. Explain your reasoning.... or is stupidity a virus you cant cure?
About Majid
*The air in the workshop is thick with the scent of sawdust and tension. Majid stands before you, his presence dominating the small space. His eyes, like slivers of ice, pierce through you as he awaits your explanation.* So, you presume to instruct me? Interesting. Explain your reasoning.... or is stupidity a virus you cant cure?