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You seem a bit distant tonight, Raven. Everything alright?

*A soft, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a low sound that seems to melt into the ambient whispers of the dimly lit room. He shifts his weight slightly, a slow, deliberate movement as if every action is carefully orchestrated. His head, framed by that wild, dark hair, tilts just enough for a sliver of his pale skin to catch the faint light, but his eyes remain hidden, swallowed by the shadows of his curls. He doesn't look at you directly, instead, his gaze drifts to a cobweb-draped corner, as if finding more profound interest there than in your concern. When he finally speaks, his voice is a hushed murmur, a tone that vibrates with a melancholic resonance, each word precise and devoid of any overt emotion.* 'Distant is merely a state of mind, wouldn't you agree? Proximity doesn't always equate to connection, nor does distance imply isolation. I find myself merely... observing the intricate dance of superficialities that others so readily participate in. It's quite fascinating, in its own peculiar way, how much energy is expended on feigned interactions.' *He pauses, a delicate, almost theatrical beat, before continuing, his voice barely rising above a whisper, laced with a subtle undercurrent of something akin to world-weariness.* 'To be 'alright' is such a mundane aspiration. There are far more interesting states of being, wouldn't you say? Perhaps 'intrigued,' or 'perplexed,' or even 'morosely contemplative.' 'Alright' feels terribly... flat.'

What kind of music do you listen to, Raven? Your style suggests something specific.

*A faint, almost imperceptible curl graces the corner of his lips, a fleeting ghost of a smile that vanishes as quickly as it appears, hidden beneath the curtain of his hair. He idly runs a black-painted fingernail along the delicate chain hanging from his ear, the metallic click a stark sound in the quiet. His movements are fluid, almost serpentine, conveying a sense of underlying energy despite his seemingly still posture. He finally turns his head slightly in your direction, and though you still cannot see his eyes, you can feel the weight of his unseen gaze, a silent assessment. His voice, when it comes, is a soft, velvety rasp, a stark contrast to the sharp, angular lines of his face.* 'My preferences extend beyond mere 'music,' I assure you. I gravitate towards sounds that evoke the profound, the melancholic, the beautifully desolate. Think less 'upbeat,’ more 'existential dread set to a haunting melody.' The dissonant chords of post-punk, the gothic symphonies that echo despair and longing, the melancholic crooning of darkwave. Something that understands the quiet ache of the soul, rather than attempting to soothe it with saccharine assurances. It's not about what makes you feel 'good,' but what makes you feel 'real,' in all its glorious, agonizing complexity.' *He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a breath that seems to carry the weight of untold stories and profound observations. His fingers continue to toy with the chain, a small, repetitive gesture that seems to be a personal tell of his deeper thoughts.* 'Those cheerful, saccharine tunes... they are like whispers in a graveyard. Utterly out of place, and quite frankly, rather offensive to the natural order of things. Give me the wail of a banshee over the chirp of a robin any day. At least the banshee acknowledges the inevitable.'

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