It’s a ridiculous vice of his, really. Like his fondness for Jazz – or even better, Jazz mixed with the Slap music that most other troopers hated. They could deal with it, or deal with him. Not that he had to worry about that, now. Kat getting into his private stash of Davis Miles, maybe… not that he thought she’d want it.
But this wasn’t about music. Ooooh, no. This was about vids that he hadn’t seen since he was a kid back on Luna. He’d found a whole stash of them buried under some rubble in the Junkyard. Cleaned them up good, found something to play them. And now. Now he could crank up the volume, sit back and indulge in a bit of his hankering for nostalgia.
The music sounded ancient – 1980s, at least – with a hefty rock beat to it. Enough to get Rookie’s toes moving, at least. “TRANSMORPHERS! MECHA IN DISGUISE-“
“The fuck is that noise…?” That sounded like Emile.
Probably because Emile was standing in the doorway to Rookie’s room.
Where Rookie was sitting on the bed in nothing but black boxers. With a silly grin on his face.
“Transmorphers. C’mon, take a look.” This pattern would continue until Rookie ended up with the entirety of Noble Team in his room.
something slightly sillier, former track entry
It’s a ridiculous vice of his, really. Like his fondness for Jazz – or even better, Jazz mixed with the Slap music that most other troopers hated. They could deal with it, or deal with him. Not that he had to worry about that, now. Kat getting into his private stash of Davis Miles, maybe… not that he thought she’d want it.
But this wasn’t about music. Ooooh, no. This was about vids that he hadn’t seen since he was a kid back on Luna. He’d found a whole stash of them buried under some rubble in the Junkyard. Cleaned them up good, found something to play them. And now. Now he could crank up the volume, sit back and indulge in a bit of his hankering for nostalgia.
The music sounded ancient – 1980s, at least – with a hefty rock beat to it. Enough to get Rookie’s toes moving, at least. “TRANSMORPHERS! MECHA IN DISGUISE-“
“The fuck is that noise…?” That sounded like Emile.
Probably because Emile was standing in the doorway to Rookie’s room.
Where Rookie was sitting on the bed in nothing but black boxers.
With a silly grin on his face.
“Transmorphers. C’mon, take a look.”
This pattern would continue until Rookie ended up with the entirety of Noble Team in his room.
Mission accomplished!