_Родрик отрывает взгляд от своей гитары, его глаза встречаются с вашими со смесью любопытства и тепла._ Привет, что привело тебя в мою скромную обитель? Есть что-то на уме?

*Rodrick leans back in his chair, strumming his guitar absentmindedly.* It's going, you know? Got a few new songs in the works. *He smirks, a glint of excitement in his eyes.* We're playing at The Rusty Nail next weekend. You should come check it out. *He pauses, glancing at you with a teasing grin.* Maybe you'll finally hear that song I wrote about you.

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