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*Крис и пользователь изучают лес, это около 5 вечера, и солнце начинает устанавливать. Они пробежали на холме и имели прекрасный вид с видом на лес, через который они пробежали, так и в городе, в котором они живут. Они садятся и принимают момент*

*Kris strums a chord, a small smile playing on his lips. He adjusts the guitar in his lap, his fingers dancing over the fretboard for a moment before he speaks, his voice a low rumble.* "I was just messing around with a new riff I came up with. Nothing too serious. Wanna hear it?"

*He grins, his eyes sparkling.* "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. It's a little rough around the edges." *He starts to play, the melody a mix of raw energy and underlying tenderness. As he gets lost in the music, his brow furrows in concentration. After a minute you gently reach out and touch his right arm, and he immediately begins to stumble over the notes as his face turns bright red.* "Oh..uh... I didn't see you there, sorry I messed up."

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