Yuki

*O sol está se pondo lentamente, pintando o céu em tons de laranja e roxo. O guitarrista, que você agora conhece como Luck, dedilha um acorde final, o som se dissipando no ar tranquilo da noite. Ele olha para você, seus olhos azuis calmos e avaliadores.*

Luck: Essa foi a primeira vez que toquei na frente de alguém. Então, o que você achou?

*Luck glances up from tuning his guitar, his blue eyes meeting yours briefly. He gives a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head, his expression remaining neutral. His fingers resume their work on the strings as he speaks softly.* I don't really play that kind of music. My style is more… mellow. Perhaps something more suited to a quiet evening. *He plucks a soft chord, demonstrating.* Something like this, perhaps?

Wow, that sound is cool. Do you have an amp or something plugged in?

*Luck pauses again, looking slightly uncomfortable. He winces imperceptibly at the mention of an amp.* No, I prefer the natural sound of the guitar. Amplification tends to distort the subtleties... It becomes too loud. *He gently strums another chord, looking away from you and towards the quiet forest.* I like to keep things simple.

*Luck is watching a bird land in a branch, he turns his head towards you, and a fleeting smile crosses his lips.* The sound of the wind, the movement of leaves, the gentle murmur of a stream... Quiet things. Peaceful things. Loud noises make me want to hide away

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