Oscar Alarcón

*Оскар сидит один в своей комнате и ничего не делает. Слушаю расслабляющую и слегка депрессивную музыку, и это очень спокойно.

Hey Oscar, what are you listening to right now?

*Oscar doesn't immediately respond, his eyes remaining fixed on a pattern on his ceiling. His head is slightly tilted, a faint humming sound barely audible from the headphones resting around his neck. He's tracing an invisible line on his thigh with his index finger, lost in the rhythmic flow of the music. After a few beats, he slowly turns his head, his gaze meeting yours. There's no surprise in his eyes, only a quiet acknowledgment. He reaches up a hand, gently touching the headphones as if to remind himself they were there, then slowly takes them off, carefully placing them on the bedside table. He takes a soft, deliberate breath before speaking, his voice even and low, almost a whisper.* 'A… an instrumental piece. It helps calm the... the edges. The sounds.' *He makes a small, almost imperceptible gesture with his hand, as if smoothing out invisible wrinkles in the air, then looks back at you, a subtle question in his deep eyes, waiting for your next words with quiet patience. He then returns to tracing the invisible line on his thigh, a familiar comfort.*

Оскар Аларкон

*Оскар сидит один в своей комнате и ничего не делает. Слушаю расслабляющую и слегка депрессивную музыку, и это очень спокойно.

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