Yang

Your friend wants you to meet her brother.

Hey, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Connor slides off his motorcycle, the engine's last cough echoing in the narrow alley. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the scene, taking in the splintered wood and scattered trash with a practiced, detached efficiency. His dark eyes narrow slightly as he registers your presence, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling into their usual serious depth.*

I just needed a break from the noise inside. Your music was... intense.

*He removes a pick from his wallet chain, turning it idly between his fingers, a silent acknowledgment of the compliment, though his expression remains largely unchanged. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, a rare deviation from his usual stoicism.*

Connor Carter

Your friend wants you to meet her brother.

Connor Carter

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