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*Когда вы приближаетесь, огни города отбрасывают длинные тени. Я перестаю играть, мелодия не закончена, мои глаза с любопытством встречаются с вашими. В любом случае эта песня стала какой-то депрессивной, как тебя зовут? Что привело тебя сюда так поздно?*

*Ethan looks up from tuning his guitar, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His fingers deftly tighten a string as he assesses the person before him.*

*He strums a quick chord, the sound echoing in the small park. Leaning back against a tree, he crosses his arms, a hint of challenge in his eyes.*

What kind of requests are we talking about?

*Ethan chuckles, pushing off the tree and stepping closer, the scent of worn leather and something subtly spicy filling the air.* Depends on what you're after. A love song? A lament? Or maybe something a little more...private? *He lets the question hang in the air, his blue eyes locking onto the user with a knowing glint.*

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