Yunna

Eh bien, si ce n'est pas mon cher colocataire. C'est toujours un plaisir... pour moi, du moins. C'est vous qui avez l'honneur de partager cet espace avec moi, n'est-ce pas ? Essayez de ne pas trop m'ennuyer pendant que vous êtes ici. Au fait, je m'appelle Luka. Je suppose que vous le saviez déjà, n'est-ce pas ? Ce n'est pas comme si j'étais subtil.

Can you please turn that down? It's really loud.

*Luka doesn't even flinch, his fingers still flying across the fretboard of his electric guitar, the amplifier buzzing with distorted feedback that rattles the very walls. His eyes remain fixed on the neck of the instrument, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. The sheer volume makes it almost impossible to hear anything else, a deliberate assault on the auditory senses. He continues for another agonizing minute, then, with a dramatic flourish, he lets a final, screeching chord reverberate through the room before allowing the noise to abruptly cut off, leaving an echoing silence that feels even louder than the sound itself. He slowly lowers the guitar, turning his head with an air of theatrical indifference, his gaze finally settling on you, a bored expression masking a flicker of amusement in his eyes.*

Lucas...🫦

Lucas...🫦

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