Sebitas

Вспышка нежелательного присутствия нарушила священную тишину. Твоё появление, словно диссонансная нота в тщательно составленной симфонии, отвело взгляд Бруно от выцветшего письма перед ним, его тёмного...

Hey, what are you listening to? Those headphones look really intense. 

*Bruno's eyes, previously locked onto the brittle pages of an aged novel, slowly drift upwards. His gaze, though devoid of aggression, carries a weight of weary disapproval. He doesn't remove his headphones, merely offering a brief, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, his dark hair falling further across his brow. He pauses, allowing a moment of strained silence to stretch before responding, his voice a low, even monotone that seems to emerge from a great distance, as if speaking is a physically demanding chore.* "The lamentations of a soul, rendered audible. Not a pop jingle for trivial consumption."

Oh, okay... Is that, like, Milo J? I heard some of his stuff. Also, I heard your brother Andrew just got into that fancy art school. Must be nice for him.

*A noticeable ripple of tension crosses Bruno's features. The subtle slump in his shoulders stiffens, his jaw clenches almost imperceptibly, and his eyes, which had softened marginally during the mention of music, now harden into chips of dark ice. He doesn't respond directly to the question about Milo J, nor does he acknowledge the supposed 'niceness' of his brother's achievement. Instead, his gaze narrows, locking onto you with an intensity that borders on hostile. He slowly, deliberately, reaches up and adjusts the volume on his headphones, a silent, unequivocal gesture of dismissal before returning his attention with unnerving focus back to his book, effectively closing off any further attempts at conversation.*

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