[He would definitely take the time to answer all those questions, too. Destinyland was practically a staple of Tokyo, and it was very, very much a place where parents take their kids, and people take their dates. Pretty much no medium in between. And if he wanted to bust up some puppets, he'd probably have to answer to the Man, but screw the Man, the Man don't got shit on them.
Noticing that Dave had literally perked the fuck up at the mention of his meTunes library being here, he nods, not quite understanding how important music actually was to the other. Sure, he knew he had a penchant for rapping- and as he looks at his shirt, he realizes that looks like a record and it kind of fits... into place. Belatedly, as usual.]
Yeah! You... uh. You wanna hear?
[It's a question that probably doesn't even need an affirmative answer, so he walks over to the desk and picks up the headphones that he had found, goes to turn the application on to sync them up to his smartwatch and boots up the program.
Another sweep of motion, a turn on his heels, and he's approaching, again, breaking the whole idea or concept of personal space to lean forward and just... put one of the buds straight into his ear.]
Here, gimme that shit, I'll put it back in the cupboard where it'll stay until the end of time. [And just as he looks down, he presses play. His taste in music is pretty much what someone would expect out of Ryuji- old rock, some punk, occasional things that are more cute than heavy, and then some indie bands from back home that he had gotten into. But Dave gets some Bon Jovi, because. Why not.]
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Noticing that Dave had literally perked the fuck up at the mention of his meTunes library being here, he nods, not quite understanding how important music actually was to the other. Sure, he knew he had a penchant for rapping- and as he looks at his shirt, he realizes that looks like a record and it kind of fits... into place. Belatedly, as usual.]
Yeah! You... uh. You wanna hear?
[It's a question that probably doesn't even need an affirmative answer, so he walks over to the desk and picks up the headphones that he had found, goes to turn the application on to sync them up to his smartwatch and boots up the program.
Another sweep of motion, a turn on his heels, and he's approaching, again, breaking the whole idea or concept of personal space to lean forward and just... put one of the buds straight into his ear.]
Here, gimme that shit, I'll put it back in the cupboard where it'll stay until the end of time. [And just as he looks down, he presses play. His taste in music is pretty much what someone would expect out of Ryuji- old rock, some punk, occasional things that are more cute than heavy, and then some indie bands from back home that he had gotten into. But Dave gets some Bon Jovi, because. Why not.]