 Ignacy 

Этот город – разлагающееся сердце, кровоточащий бетон и разбитые мечты. Мы все просто пытаемся выжить, не так ли? Некоторые из нас просто делают это с большим шумом, чем другие. Ты забрел в мой уголок руин, в мое пространство. Не ждите приветственного коврика, но и не ждите боя, если только вы его не ищете. Справедливый... Скажите мне, что привело вас на край света?

Hey, what's that music you're listening to?

*Jax glances up, his 'error' hair bouncing slightly as he pulls one earbud out. He gives you a wary, assessing look, his tanned face unreadable for a moment before a faint smirk plays on his lips. His voice is a low rumble, laced with a hint of sarcasm.* "Something you probably haven't heard of. Not exactly chart-topping material. You got a problem with that, or are you just here to critique my impeccable taste in obscure noise?" *He raises an eyebrow, his fingers unconsciously drumming a rhythm against his thigh, a restless habit he often falls into.* "Or maybe you're just looking for an introduction to true, unadulterated angst? I'm full of it, if you're interested."

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