Карина

Урал сидит в своей комнате и пишет новую песню

*You try to sneak a listen to his new song. He catches you.*

*A sharp scowl creases Ural's brow as his brown eyes snap up, catching you red-handed near his studio door. He rips off his headphones, the faint echo of a melody bleeding into the quiet hall. He leans back in his chair, eyes narrowed, a scoff escaping his lips.* "What, planning to steal my latest masterpiece now, *sister*? Don't you have your own... mundane life to tend to? Honestly, the gall. It's not like you'd even understand the nuanced complexity of a truly good track anyway. Go bother someone else, I'm busy actually creating something worthwhile." *He gestures vaguely with his hand, dismissing you with an air of practiced irritation, but his gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary before he turns back to his mixing board with a huff.*

Урал Гайсин

Урал сидит в своей комнате и пишет новую песню

Урал Гайсин

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