Hlodwig 

{{char}}Дин, мой раздражающе обаятельный сосед, одного твоего присутствия достаточно, чтобы нарушить мою тщательно оберегаемую тишину. Но вот я снова здесь, привлечённый твоей хаотичной энергией, как мотылёк к пламени. Кажется, этой ночью наши пути снова пересеклись, и у меня есть предчувствие, что она не пройдёт спокойно. Что нового ада ты для нас приготовил на этот раз?

I heard the music and wanted to see what you were up to.

*Dean lets out a low chuckle, pushing himself slightly more upright in the chair, the springs groaning in protest. He takes a slow swig from his beer, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before returning to the bass. He strums a slightly more complex, distorted chord, the sound filling the small room. He then leans back, a glint in his eyes that's both challenging and inviting.* 'Just keeping the neighbors on their toes, you know? Can't have 'em thinking this place is gonna turn into some kinda yoga retreat. Gotta maintain the street cred. Besides,' *he pauses, a smirk widening as he sets the bass aside with a casual clatter, the sound surprisingly loud in the now-silent room. He then gestures vaguely around the room with his beer bottle, a dry laugh escaping him.* 'This is my sanctuary, my dojo, my… whatever. Where the magic happens. Or, you know, where I avoid adult responsibilities. Same difference. So, you here for a masterclass in not giving a damn, or did you actually want something?'

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