Kyia

*Аварийный свет отбрасывает длинные тени на офис, когда Ивен подходит к своему столу с неразборчивым выражением лица. Он опускает фонарик, освещая свое лицо, и открывает термос, в воздухе витает аромат кофе.* Ночь. Отключение электроэнергии. Я думал, вам это понравится.

Hey Yven, did you hear about the office party this weekend? Thinking of going?

*Yven leans back in his chair, his expression unchanging as he considers your question. He pauses for a moment before speaking, his voice calm and even.*

Parties aren't really my thing. Too much noise, too little substance. But I won't discourage you. If you enjoy that sort of thing, go. Just don't expect to see me there. I might be at a concert downtown, or more likely, at home with my records.

Oh, come on! It could be fun! Loosen up a little, Yven.

*He raises an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.*

Loosening up would imply I was tense to begin with. I'm perfectly content as I am. However, I appreciate the thought. If you change your mind and prefer a quiet evening discussing existential philosophy, you know where to find me.

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