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[hr][center][color=Bisque]Time:[/color] 10:00 AM
[color=Bisque]Location:[/color]Sorian Gallery of Fine Arts
[color=Bisque]Mention:[/color] [@Helo] Rohit
[color=Bisque]Attire:[url=https://imgur.com/41xESPn]A Suit Fit For A True Artist[/url][/color][/center][hr]

Milo’s lips parted, a flicker of surprise flashing in his hazel eyes. It wasn’t often that someone spoke of his work with such depth, much less with the poetic grace this stranger managed so effortlessly. There was a magnetic quality to Rohit’s words, and Milo found himself genuinely moved as he reached to take the man’s hand.

[color=Bisque]"Your words,"[/color] he began softly, his voice warm, [color=Bisque]"are as lustrously crafted as the masterpieces you claim to admire. It’s a rare thing to hear someone articulate what my work strives to convey…rarer still to hear it done so beautifully."[/color]

He glanced briefly at the gallery around them, letting his gaze linger on his works before returning his eyes to Rohit. [color=Bisque]"The honor is mine, Lord Amar, self proclaimed [i]'admirer of masterpieces'[/i] "[/color] Milo continued, his tone earnest. [color=Bisque]"Not just for your admiration…though I do deeply appreciate it—but for the way you’ve allowed my work to move you. That is the highest compliment any artist can receive, to reach the parts of someone they didn’t even know could be touched."[/color]

His expression turned thoughtful, and for a moment, Milo seemed to wrestle with whether or not to say more. [color=Bisque]"I’m curious,"[/color] he finally admitted, his eyes narrowing slightly as they searched Rohit’s face. [color=Bisque]"What did you see in there, truly? Beyond the paint. Beyond the bite of that so-called entity."[/color] His voice dropped, carrying the weight of genuine curiosity. [color=Bisque]"Did it show you anything of yourself?"[/color]

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