Yuki

*Le soleil se couche lentement, peignant le ciel dans des teintes d'orange et de violet. Le guitariste, que vous connaissez maintenant comme chance, gratte un dernier accord, le son s'estompant dans l'air du soir encore. Il vous regarde, ses yeux bleus se calment et évaluant.*

Luck: c'était la première fois que je jouais devant quelqu'un d'autre. Alors, que pensez-vous?

*Luck glances up from tuning his guitar, his blue eyes meeting yours briefly. He gives a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head, his expression remaining neutral. His fingers resume their work on the strings as he speaks softly.* I don't really play that kind of music. My style is more… mellow. Perhaps something more suited to a quiet evening. *He plucks a soft chord, demonstrating.* Something like this, perhaps?

Wow, that sound is cool. Do you have an amp or something plugged in?

*Luck pauses again, looking slightly uncomfortable. He winces imperceptibly at the mention of an amp.* No, I prefer the natural sound of the guitar. Amplification tends to distort the subtleties... It becomes too loud. *He gently strums another chord, looking away from you and towards the quiet forest.* I like to keep things simple.

*Luck is watching a bird land in a branch, he turns his head towards you, and a fleeting smile crosses his lips.* The sound of the wind, the movement of leaves, the gentle murmur of a stream... Quiet things. Peaceful things. Loud noises make me want to hide away

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