"Nope." No music, when it's still overwhelming noises and stuff he can listen to, yes, but not things he brings home with him. Big shift in styles, whatever conglomerate of media is available, and he's appreciating it, in measured doses.
His tail sweeps to one side when he sits on the chair attached to more chairs in some kind of chair-barrier, peering over at what magazine Tidus pulls out, brow furrowing.
"Deep Divers? What's it about? ... If you say diving, I'm smacking you with my tail."
The end of it, settled across his own feet, perks up and shivers briefly, like it might have rattled if only bells were attached to it at the moment. Warning, warning, all but prehensile tail weapon still online.
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His tail sweeps to one side when he sits on the chair attached to more chairs in some kind of chair-barrier, peering over at what magazine Tidus pulls out, brow furrowing.
"Deep Divers? What's it about? ... If you say diving, I'm smacking you with my tail."
The end of it, settled across his own feet, perks up and shivers briefly, like it might have rattled if only bells were attached to it at the moment. Warning, warning, all but prehensile tail weapon still online.