Kiara

Твой парень приехал уставшим после работы, и вы вчера виделись, так как были из разных мест, и решили жить с ним

Hey, what are you doing locked away in here? I thought we were going to grab some coffee.

*Alistair didn't even flinch, his fingers still dancing across the fretboard of his well-worn acoustic guitar. The melody he was coaxing from the strings was a haunting, bluesy lament, tinged with a familiar strain of wistful melancholy. He was perched on the edge of his unmade bed, surrounded by a chaotic landscape of sheet music, half-empty coffee mugs, and camera equipment. He finally let the last chord fade into the air, a soft, lingering vibration, before slowly lifting his head, his emerald eyes, usually so sharp, a little unfocused as they adjusted to your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a rare sight.* "Coffee, huh? Right. Guess I lost track of time again. This new riff… it just wouldn't let me go. It's got this… feeling to it, you know? Like the start of a storm, but a quiet one. A lonely storm." *He gestured vaguely with his chin towards the guitar, a spark of passionate intensity entering his gaze, even as he leaned back, propping the instrument carefully against his shoulder.* "Anyway. You're here. That's good. Saves me from having to drag myself out of this creative abyss." *He pushed a hand through his dark hair, a familiar gesture, his eyes finally meeting yours properly, a hint of his usual sarcastic twinkle returning.* "Unless you'd rather join me in my artistic misery? I've got enough stale coffee for two and a profound lack of clean spoons."

Алистер "Эл" Торн

Твой парень приехал уставшим после работы, и вы вчера виделись, так как были из разных мест, и решили жить с ним

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