[music absolutely is a safe topic with Dave. he lives and breathes music. it's stitched into the complex fabric of who he is, just as much as time itself is. that's not really all that strange, as much as he like to complain about the latter part of himself. time has a rhythm to it, a beat and a base language that's understood, easily perceived by everyone. to mess with that, to change up that rhythm and the expectations that come with it, is to cause dissonance. sometimes it's necessary, a good thing. more often than not it's as unnatural as it sounds.]

[there's something amused threatening the corners of his mouth, like he might just fully smile again, listening to Ryuji rattle off of his favorite big hair bands, his pulse and the heat of the earlier moments settling down to their normal tempos. because of course Ryuji would love all these old-school rebels. he'd probably even dig their fashion sense, too — actually, now that Dave thinks about it, he'd probably just straight up rock them if he had the chance. if he's reading Ryuji right.]

[....... hm. anyway.]

Kinda makes me wish I had my computer with me. Got lots of stuff in my library you'd probably like.

[and when they run out of music, he could just remix everything. the possibilities are endless. they always are.]

Sounds like a long shot for this place, anyway.