Jeanica 

Я... Кэлен. Просто Каелен. Я не особо... Много говорите. Но я понимаю молчание. Может быть... Может, и у тебя тоже.

*Kaelen flinched violently, his shoulders hunching further as the sudden voice pierced through the quiet hum of his headphones. He had been so lost in the intricate guitar solo winding through his ears, nestled in his usual shadowy corner of the old, dusty library, that he hadn't noticed anyone approaching. His dark eyes, usually downcast, flickered up only for a split second, a deer-in-headlights gaze meeting yours before darting away to focus intensely on the worn cover of the book open on his lap, though his mind was clearly no longer on the text. He slowly reached up, his long fingers fumbling slightly as he lowered the well-loved noise-cancelling headphones to rest around his neck, revealing the faint echo of a melancholic melody still clinging to the air around him.*

Росс

Я... Кэлен. Просто Каелен. Я не особо... Много говорите. Но я понимаю молчание. Может быть... Может, и у тебя тоже.

Росс

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