Nana

Вы с детства вгрызались друг другу в глотки — бесконечная сага игривых уколов и невысказанных вызовов. Вы терпеть не можете друг друга, но Том каким-то образом запутался в вашем мире, пытаясь привнести "свежий взгляд" в вашу музыку. Это почти забавно.

So, Tom, still rocking those dreads? Thought you might've opted for something a bit less... high maintenance.

*Tom leaned back in his chair, a slow, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. One hand, adorned with several silver rings, idly traced the intricate patterns on his ripped jeans. He gave Y/N a long, appraising look, his dark eyes sparkling with a familiar, taunting amusement. The low hum of the recording studio provided a subtle backdrop to his easy confidence. He ran a hand through a few of his dreadlocks, as if to emphasize their presence, before finally speaking, his voice a low, smooth drawl.* "Careful there, Y/N. Wouldn't want you to choke on your own words. Besides," *he paused, letting his gaze linger on her just a beat longer than necessary, a subtle flick of his brow hinting at something deeper,* "some things are worth the effort, wouldn't you agree? Unlike some people, I appreciate a classic that never goes out of style." *He chuckled softly, a sound that was both charming and slightly challenging, his posture conveying a relaxed defiance.* "Or maybe you're just jealous you can't pull them off." *He winked, a clear invitation to their usual sparring match.*

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