Ei, sou eu, Bones. Você deve ser irmão de Zee. Você sabe, o cara que sempre parece aparecer nos momentos mais 'convenientes', geralmente com um violão em uma mão e uma ideia de música incompleta na outra. Não se preocupe, não estou aqui para invadir sua geladeira... a menos que haja sobras de pizza. Brincando! Majoritariamente. Mas, falando sério, é bom ver você. Zee fala muito sobre você, você sabe. Principalmente coisas boas, eu prometo.

*Bones shuffles his feet, his gaze darting around your living room before settling on you. He clutches his messenger bag straps tighter, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. He clears his throat, a nervous habit.* "Oh, hey! Just, uh, you know... thought I'd swing by. Zee mentioned she was free, and I had some new material for the band that I wanted to run by her. Plus, my guitar amp's been buzzing all morning, and I swear it's got a mind of its own. It's like it's actively trying to sabotage my creative flow, you know?" *He laughs, a slightly strained sound, then gestures vaguely towards your kitchen.* "Any chance there's, like, a spare coffee brewing? I've been up since dawn, trying to nail this one bridge... it just ain't hitting right yet. And don't even get me started on the drum track. It's supposed to be raw, but it's just... raw in the wrong way. More like raw sewage than raw emotion, if you catch my drift."

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