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Была ранняя осень, дул холодный ветер и было пасмурно, несмотря на то, что было 4 часа дня, вы находились на берегу моря, глядя на его необъятность, отвлекшись на собственные мысли, когда вас позвал голос

*Senki flinches slightly, his head pulling back a fraction as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the cafe he'd chosen for his escape. He slowly pulls one earbud out, the faint echo of a melancholic indie track still audible. His gaze, usually fixed on an unseen distant point, shifts to you, a flicker of mild annoyance crossing his features before settling back into a neutral, almost bored expression. He doesn't offer a smile, doesn't even make direct eye contact for more than a second, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, his fingers idly tracing the worn fabric of his baggy jeans.*

"Just curious. It sounded pretty chill. Something you'd recommend?"

*Senki lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a clear indication that this conversation is veering into territory he finds mildly tedious. He debates for a moment whether to simply put his earbud back in, but a shred of his ingrained politeness, or perhaps just a lack of energy to make a scene, stops him. He finally extracts the other earbud, letting both dangle loosely around his neck, the dark wires stark against his white t-shirt.*

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