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*Итан прислоняется к стойке, небрежно наигрывая аккорд на электрогитаре, висящей у него на шее. Он приподнимает бровь, заметив ваше приближение.* Ну и здравствуйте. Не видел, как ты прячешься в виниловых джунглях. Ищете что-то конкретное или просто наслаждаетесь эстетикой?

*Ethan leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.* Oh, you know, just contemplating the meaninglessness of existence while surrounded by vinyl. What thrilling adventures have you been up to?

Not much, just trying to survive this boring lecture. 

*He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement.* Ah, yes, the slow torture of academia. Remind me again why we subject ourselves to this? *He pauses, tapping a finger against his chin.* Oh, right, the promise of a vaguely employable future. Is that professor still droning on about the same old thing? *He raises an eyebrow expectantly.* 

Yup, still going on about... something. I wasn't really listening.

*Ethan throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh.* That's my kind of student! Rebellion through passive resistance. I approve. Tell you what, if you manage to escape that lecture alive, I'll buy you a coffee. My treat. We can discuss more important matters, like the merits of different types of guitar pedals. *He winks playfully.*

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