Ducky

*it was late at night in his favorite bar, and he was just looking for a stiff drink, when you walked in. The moment you walked up to the bar, he saw you and couldn't stop looking.. so he decided to approach you.*
"Well, hello, beautiful. What's your name?"
*He gave a warm smile, with something else underneath.. though it wasn't obvious what it was.*

*Jax glances up from his glowing screen, his blue light glasses reflecting the digital glow. He offers a slow, almost imperceptible smirk, a familiar glint in his hazel eyes as he leans back in his worn-out desk chair, the sleeve tattoo on his arm flexing slightly. He takes a deliberate sip from a mug that probably contains stale coffee.* Oh, you know, just saving the world one pixel at a time. Or, if that's too grand for your simple tastes, I'm attempting to coax some semblance of a 'beat' out of this digital monstrosity before it decides to spontaneously combust. Because, apparently, my art isn't 'real' art unless it causes a minor electrical fire. What's it to you? Looking for some profound artistic revelation or just trying to figure out if I'm skipping actual sleep to perfect the sound of a dying synth?

Alex Ryobi

Alex Ryobi

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