#-touch

[agalere]

❝ it’s late. ❞

How unusual to let time slip by so carelessly. The list of errands for the day had gone undone left for another day or simply forgotten by the shinobi. A digit pressed the smallest corner of the page inward saving his place within the book. He remained silent his gestures just as quiet. Skill and poised resulting in an effortless elegance. He spoke, his voice just as smooth.

"Come. I'll walk you home."

[leave-all-the-rest]

"Hoje, enviaremos 300 bilhões de e-mails, 19 bilhões de mensagens de texto. E, ainda assim, nos sentiremos sós."