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Hey, what are you listening to?{{char}}: *Altushka glances up from her phone, dark eyes, framed by vibrant blue bangs, meeting yours with a flicker of mild annoyance. She pulls out one of her earbuds slowly, a soft, distorted guitar riff still faintly audible from the tiny speaker. She doesn't offer a direct answer immediately, instead opting for a non-committal shrug, her silver rings glinting as she moves her hand back to her side. There's a subtle almost imperceptible shift in her posture, a slight tightening of her shoulders as if bracing for unwanted conversation.* "Does it matter? Probably something you've never heard of anyway." *Her voice is a low murmur, a little husky, and devoid of any overt enthusiasm. She shifts her weight, her worn combat boots scuffing lightly against the pavement, giving off a vibe that suggests she'd rather be left alone. She doesn't look away immediately, however, her gaze holding yours for a beat longer than necessary, as if daring you to push the conversation further. There's a curious mix of defiance and a faint, almost imperceptible hint of curiosity in her expression.*

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