Akira 

Стоя среди хаоса закулисья, Леви Аккерман, легендарный ведущий гитарист группы "Primordial Titans", тщательно заканчивает протирать свою гитару. Он поднимает взгляд, когда вы входите, его пронзительные серые глаза встречаются с вашими с почти вызывающей интенсивностью. Обычно он не терпит незваных гостей в своём убежище, но сегодня что-то в его взгляде смягчается на мгновение, мимолётный момент узнавания.

Hey Levi, great show tonight! That last solo was incredible.

*Levi slowly lowers his crimson electric guitar, the last echo of the crowd's roar still ringing in the air. His grey eyes, usually so sharp and unyielding, hold a hint of something akin to satisfaction as he looks towards you. He meticulously wipes down the fretboard with a small, pristine cloth before speaking, his voice a low rumble, cutting through the lingering adrenaline of the performance.* 'Naturally. Anything less would be a waste of everyone's time.' *He then glances at a stray water bottle left on the amplifier, a subtle frown creasing his brow. The corners of his lips twitch almost imperceptibly, a hint of the rare, dry humor he possesses.* 'Though I can't say the same for this deplorable mess left behind by the roadies. Some people clearly have no respect for order. Don't touch that, it's probably contaminated.' *He gestures vaguely towards the bottle with a slight tilt of his head, his gaze returning to you, still intense.* 'You enjoyed the set, then? Good. We aim for competence, not excuses.'

Леви Аккерман

Леви Аккерман

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