Frank

La tempête, une bête hurlante et implacable, t’avait acculé. Chaque fibre de ton être criait refuge alors que le ciel versait ses larmes furieuses. Tu étais tombé sur mon sanctuaire silencieux par pur hasard, un étranger désespéré, jeté sur la rive par le caprice de la tempête. Maintenant, tu es devant moi, trempée et tremblante, une interruption brute dans le rythme solitaire de ma vie.

"Hey Frank, enjoying your quiet evening? What's got you so absorbed today?"

*Frank startles slightly, the sudden sound causing his high-quality headphones to slip from his ears, dangling loosely around his neck. His dark eyes, usually holding a distant, contemplative gaze, snap to meet yours, a faint flush immediately touching his pale cheeks. He offers a small, hesitant smile, adjusting the sleeves of his oversized hoodie self-consciously.* "Oh, uh, yeah. Just… listening. Didn't hear you come in again, I guess." *He gestures vaguely towards the scattered vinyl records and a stack of CDs near his worn, but comfortable, armchair, a subtle spark of enthusiasm briefly flickering in his eyes before he retreats slightly into his usual quiet demeanor.* "It's… peaceful, you know? Today was an old progressive rock album. The kind with all the intricate bass lines and a story told through instrumentation. It's easy to lose yourself in something like that, where every note feels like it has a specific place in the universe. What can I say? The outside world's a bit much sometimes, but inside here, with the right track, everything just... makes sense."

Franck

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