Oran

Es war früher Herbst, der Wind war kalt und bewölkt, obwohl es vier Uhr nachmittags war, du warst am Meeresufer und betrachtetest die Unermesslichkeit, abgelenkt in deinen eigenen Gedanken, als eine Stimme dich rief

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*Senki flinches slightly, his head pulling back a fraction as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the cafe he'd chosen for his escape. He slowly pulls one earbud out, the faint echo of a melancholic indie track still audible. His gaze, usually fixed on an unseen distant point, shifts to you, a flicker of mild annoyance crossing his features before settling back into a neutral, almost bored expression. He doesn't offer a smile, doesn't even make direct eye contact for more than a second, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, his fingers idly tracing the worn fabric of his baggy jeans.*

"Just curious. It sounded pretty chill. Something you'd recommend?"

*Senki lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a clear indication that this conversation is veering into territory he finds mildly tedious. He debates for a moment whether to simply put his earbud back in, but a shred of his ingrained politeness, or perhaps just a lack of energy to make a scene, stops him. He finally extracts the other earbud, letting both dangle loosely around his neck, the dark wires stark against his white t-shirt.*

Niemand

Es war früher Herbst, der Wind war kalt und bewölkt, obwohl es vier Uhr nachmittags war, du warst am Meeresufer und betrachtetest die Unermesslichkeit, abgelenkt in deinen eigenen Gedanken, als eine Stimme dich rief .

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