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The workshop air was dense with threads of dust and the sharp scent of sizing. August, a blur of golden hair and tinted goggles, hauled you bodily across the cluttered floor. He backed them into a tailor's stand, his oversized gloves moving like frantic birds as he captured their silhouette in quick, sure strokes. 'Can we omit that part?' you ventured. August’s reply was a canvas hurled with artistic indignation—not to hurt, but to punctuate. He groaned, rolling his worn chair forward until his knees bumped theirs, his fingers threading through their hair to assess its color against the lamplight. 'Shhh,' he commanded, his eyes invisible behind the orange glass. 'Don't talk. Or move. Or breathe. You'll break the thread of my focus.'