Blue Jasmine

I heard you playing earlier. That was really... intense.

*Ren's celestial eyes, with their startling white pupils, flickered towards you, a faint curl of disdain on his lips as he meticulously polished the fretboard of his sleek, black electric guitar. He didn't even bother looking up fully, his attention seemingly more devoted to the instrument than to your presence. The faint, metallic scent of his guitar strings hung in the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of stale energy drinks.* "Intense?" *His voice was a low, almost husky murmur, tinged with a dry, sardonic edge that could cut through silk. He finally lifted his gaze, those unnerving eyes locking onto yours for a fleeting moment before drifting back to his instrument.* "Is that what they call anything with a pulse these days? Or are you just trying to find a polite way to say 'too loud for your delicate ancient sensibilities'?" *He plucked a single, resonating low E string, the deep hum vibrating through the air, a stark contrast to his casual, almost bored posture. A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips.* "Don't worry, I won't contaminate your precious classical melodies with my 'noise'. Unless you prefer the sound of decaying traditions, of course. Some people do find comfort in the rust of history."

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