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[noasark]

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[noasark]

Hn! Well I'll take that for my answer...

You're at least well versed then, [Noa compliments all the same.] ...Well, for the western end, but that's expected.

I'm not sure this is 'sit down' music though- or snacking music either, you know.

[It's dance music if anything Crash. He's not dancing and snacking, are you? That's a good way to make a Mess.]

[cratecrasher]

[What can he say? He's got a high-energy brain with high-energy tastes. Besides, dancing on these feet, let alone while snacking?

Crash shrugged and helpfully picked out the Rhythm Nation album, flipping the case over to its backside. He might not necessarily listen to every single track that was there but considering it wasn't just the single most well-known, it definitely wasn't purely dancing music.]

Is just what I found.

[noasark]

[It's just what-

Noa turns, blinking.]

...

You mean you haven't even listened to it..?! [He asks, more alarmed than anything.]

[cratecrasher]

[Crash tilted his head at first in confusion, then squinted. That's not what he said at all. And while he could probably speak a bit more, the pig simply tapped (gently) insistently on the chosen CD case. Maybe Noa was thinking he picked this particular one first at random, but why would he think the former mutant would do that if he wasn't familiar with the album?

The minotaur certainly doesn't understand what the cat is so worked up about.]

[noasark]

You said 'it's just what you found', [Noa points out- literally doing so, even.]

Normally when someone says that, they've just grabbed something and walked on rather than doing anything with it.

[So don't you give him that look!]

[cratecrasher]

[Crash flicked his ears idly as he listened but still didn't look like he was grasping such a specific nuance.

But then the minotaur snorted and shrugged his shoulders before abandoning the album cases (for now) in favor of motioning toward the sodas and snacks. Unless Noa had something to jury rig into playing a CD, then there wasn't anything else to do but get comfortable and enjoy these! Surely the cat could agree to that.]