Dean got a long, inscrutable stare as Raph played - made all the more impressive by the fact he was playing without looking while giving it - but he finally stopped, putting his drum sticks down so that he could get a good look at the man in the doorway.
On the one hand, the guy was an ass.
On the other, he knew his music.
On the other nonexistent hand, the guy was an ass.
One the other other hand, he could at least understand paranoia and when he really thought about it, if he'd been tossed into creepy a situation with one of the characters from Super Robo Mecha Force Five there in the flesh, he might have suspected some weird mindfuck, too, even if he would've been a little less trigger-happy.
That didn't mean he wasn't going to bust the guy's chops. He just reeked of desperate cool, from the way he carried himself to the way he dressed. Like some James Dean wannabe.
So Raph went for the low-hanging fruit, knowing that the thing teenagers were best at was making old people feel old.
"Yeah, well, you know how it is. Van Halen, Led Zeppelin, Rush - the best stuff to drum to is the old people music."
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On the one hand, the guy was an ass.
On the other, he knew his music.
On the other nonexistent hand, the guy was an ass.
One the other other hand, he could at least understand paranoia and when he really thought about it, if he'd been tossed into creepy a situation with one of the characters from Super Robo Mecha Force Five there in the flesh, he might have suspected some weird mindfuck, too, even if he would've been a little less trigger-happy.
That didn't mean he wasn't going to bust the guy's chops. He just reeked of desperate cool, from the way he carried himself to the way he dressed. Like some James Dean wannabe.
So Raph went for the low-hanging fruit, knowing that the thing teenagers were best at was making old people feel old.
"Yeah, well, you know how it is. Van Halen, Led Zeppelin, Rush - the best stuff to drum to is the old people music."