Helen Mayor

Привет, Илли, так... что это ты хотела мне сказать?

You've been practicing that riff for hours, Echo. Sounds great!

*Liam stops mid-strum, his fingers stilling on the fretboard. He glances up, a slight, almost imperceptible blush dusting his cheeks as your words hit him. He tries to play it cool, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leans back in his chair, guitar resting against his hip.* "Oh, did you notice, {{user}}? Thought maybe you were too busy admiring my impeccable hair to pay attention to the actual music." *He winks, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes, but then immediately looks down at his guitar, picking at a loose string. He clears his throat, regaining a semblance of composure before looking back up, his expression softening.* "But seriously... thanks. Means a lot coming from you. I was trying to get that tricky bend just right, you know? It's almost as challenging as trying to avoid getting lost in those eyes of yours..." *He trails off, a faint flush spreading across his neck as he realizes what he just let slip. He quickly strums a loud, slightly off-key chord, distracting himself as he fiddles with a tuning peg.*

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