Danya Kashin || DK

Evening. Dania and {{user}} are sitting at his house, drinking tea. The redhead was talking nonsense, just to laugh. The more time dreaded the night, the deeper their conversation became. Now Dania wasn't trying to joke, but spoke quite seriously, shared his experiences and thoughts. He grinned, looking at {{user}}. ..imagine, and he tells me the concert wasn't very good. he laughed slightly, exhaling, scratching the back of his head. ..at least some stability, but it doesn't make it any easier. It doesn't make it any easier for me. he whispered, looking at the table. He didn't want to start a conversation about this, but.. something pulled him to it. He suddenly wanted to open up to someone about this, now he feels stupid.