[Unless Alucard wants to be solicited by Kira in the hallway to smoke weed, or to enjoy the skunk smell that has 100% permeated into all rooms nearby as he's been smoking in his room and the hall all month.]
[A reasonable amount of time later, knock knock! Just to be polite, since he'll just open the door shortly thereafter.]
It's Minato.
[Hm, did he ever mention that was his name and not Tatsuya? He can't remember. Whatever. When he walks in after announcing himself, he's looking a little bit fancier than he had last time Alucard encountered him, not that Minato even knew they'd met before. His headphones are slung around his neck instead of being over his ears, and his ipod is tucked in his jacket pocket, which one hand is still stuck in. The hand that had been out to knock moves to give a slight wave at the man he assumed was Alucard, before sticking back into his other pocket.]
[For Alucard's part, he is distinctly not a wolf, not that Minato would have any clue. Rather than wearing a jumpsuit, he's dressed much more elegantly. The room inside is exceptionally clean; a few items are on a table that Alucard apparently had been examining, one of them including a thick cord. Next to the bed is a wooden coffin.
When Minato comes in, Alucard is turning to face the door, but he's abruptly interrupted as a bat comes flying down from its perch and shrieking at the new face.]
Charlotte, enough. Minato is not an enemy.
[The bat somehow distinctly looks displeased before she's flapping away to perch in Alucard's flowing hair.]
[Minato's eyebrows raise just a touch and he looks perhaps the tiniest bit concerned at the screeching bat, leaning back ever so slightly until she seems to calm down. Well, that's settled, at least. His eyes flicker over the room once he's invited to make himself comfortable, taking it in quickly — this guy had a coffin? Hm. Wonder why. Knowing this place, he probably was gonna actually be a real vampire or something... he certainly had the look for it, given the whole elegant medieval thing he had going on, not to mention the pet bat. Eh. Whatever. That was cool in his book, as long as it didn't involve murder.
After a moment he settles himself on the edge of the bed, pulling his ipod out of his pocket and his headphones from around his neck, and he looks up at Alucard.]
[Minato passes him the ipod, and points to the "play" button.]
Just hit that. If it's too loud or too soft for you, you can adjust it with these buttons.
[He points to that, too.]
Just start it when you're ready.
[What he'll get when he hits play to shuffle the ipod is this. One of the many new songs that ended up in his library, but one that at least fits his aesthetic.]
[When Alucard presses the play button, his head jerks back at the sudden music. For him, the concept of recorded music is still a new one; he's used to live musicians. This is full of so much and it's a style he's completely foreign to.]
I... hm.
[He can't really hear himself, which is probably the point, especially for someone like Minato. Even if he's not sure how he feels about the music, there's plenty of energy in it, like the sounds themselves are alive.
He waits patiently until it's done, then peers at the ipod.]
[He studies Alucard's reaction very carefully, because for him, the idea of someone never having experienced modern music like this before was incredibly interesting. Well, he didn't seem to hate it, which was good, and managed his way through the whole song, so good going, Alucard.]
Hundreds. You can keep going, if you'd like. I don't know everything that's in there anymore, though — you might find something weird.
[At that, Minato leans over to look at the title of the song. He sees Snoop Dogg, and he vaguely knows who that is, mostly that he did a lot of drugs and sang about it, so he carefully pulls one of the headphones off of Alucard's ear and scoots a tad bit closer, so he could put it on his own ear and hear what he was hearing.
What he hears is... he isn't sure what he expected. But it makes him laugh, the airiest and quietest laugh, and he covers his mouth behind his hand to try to cover it up.]
[The closeness doesn't bother Alucard, but he pauses when he watches Minato laugh. Well, if nothing else it's brought him some amusement.
So he remains close, letting Minato listen along with him.]
Mm, if you say so.
[There's a pause at the next song. It's still a strange sound to Alucard, but this one isn't unpleasant? He blinks as he considers, then closes his eyes as he listens. It sounds almost leisurely. He isn't too sure how else to describe it.]
That is... quite nice, I think. Nothing like that exists where I'm from.
[Minato has a Thing about personal space, so he's only just close enough for the headphone to stretch along to his own ear, and not an inch more than he had to. Any closer and Minato would probably find himself being more than a tad uncomfortable, but this was just teetering on the edge, though enough that he was acutely aware of the fact someone was closing in on his personal space. While he had taken great leaps and bounds to be more social and talkative, there were still certain boundaries and walls he'd established over the past 11 years that had yet to break.
Listening to the song alongside Alucard, he draws his legs up to sit cross-legged on the bed, one elbow propping against his thigh as he presses his face against his fist, head tilted to look in Alucard's direction. Music was a big passion of his, so he was pretty excited to get to share this moment with him, and watching his reactions was very interesting. He peeks at the song title listed on the ipod — he'd have to remember this one, he liked it. While he had his own particular Brand(tm), he tended to listen to all sorts of music too, so having all these new songs to listen to had been something fun to occupy his time.]
There's so many different sorts of music out there when I'm from. I think it's pretty interesting how people have their own distinct styles and preferences.
I can only dream of it. I have traveled to various places of the world, but nothing has quite sounded like this. I suppose with the continued development of technology, it was only a matter of time for instruments and cultures to evolve as well.
[Alucard pauses, taking the time to listen to this track.
This one isn't so bad either. Even if it's not what he expects or prefers, but he thinks he's starting to have a feeling what Minato's tastes are like. That, and he can see how important music is to him.]
Were I to have a violin or piano, I would play for you. Though I don't know if it would be suitable to your preferences.
Some of the music you'll hear isn't even played on live instruments anymore. They're electronic, making it easier for independent composers to be able to create their pieces without needing to coordinate groups of people to play for them. Anyone can create music, even from the privacy of their own home.
[He just!! Really likes music!! It's enough to have his face lighting up a fraction.]
I appreciate all sorts of music, even if I have my preferences. I'd enjoy hearing you play — though, I actually know how to play the violin, myself. Maybe we could play together instead.
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You must be relieved to have it back.
Would you mind if I looked at it?
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Of course. Where would you like to meet?
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[no public places. he's had his fill of people for now.]
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[Unless Alucard wants to be solicited by Kira in the hallway to smoke weed, or to enjoy the skunk smell that has 100% permeated into all rooms nearby as he's been smoking in his room and the hall all month.]
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It's Minato.
[Hm, did he ever mention that was his name and not Tatsuya? He can't remember. Whatever. When he walks in after announcing himself, he's looking a little bit fancier than he had last time Alucard encountered him, not that Minato even knew they'd met before. His headphones are slung around his neck instead of being over his ears, and his ipod is tucked in his jacket pocket, which one hand is still stuck in. The hand that had been out to knock moves to give a slight wave at the man he assumed was Alucard, before sticking back into his other pocket.]
Hey.
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When Minato comes in, Alucard is turning to face the door, but he's abruptly interrupted as a bat comes flying down from its perch and shrieking at the new face.]
Charlotte, enough. Minato is not an enemy.
[The bat somehow distinctly looks displeased before she's flapping away to perch in Alucard's flowing hair.]
Make yourself comfortable, Minato.
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After a moment he settles himself on the edge of the bed, pulling his ipod out of his pocket and his headphones from around his neck, and he looks up at Alucard.]
You'll have to put these on your ears.
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An interesting device. I suppose that makes sense.
[Hesitantly, the headphones are put on over his ears.]
Is there anything else I should do?
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Just hit that. If it's too loud or too soft for you, you can adjust it with these buttons.
[He points to that, too.]
Just start it when you're ready.
[What he'll get when he hits play to shuffle the ipod is this. One of the many new songs that ended up in his library, but one that at least fits his aesthetic.]
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I... hm.
[He can't really hear himself, which is probably the point, especially for someone like Minato. Even if he's not sure how he feels about the music, there's plenty of energy in it, like the sounds themselves are alive.
He waits patiently until it's done, then peers at the ipod.]
How many musical pieces are in this?
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Hundreds. You can keep going, if you'd like. I don't know everything that's in there anymore, though — you might find something weird.
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[Alucard curiously clicks for the next song, and is nearly immediately filled with regret.
Flatly:] What is this.
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What he hears is... he isn't sure what he expected. But it makes him laugh, the airiest and quietest laugh, and he covers his mouth behind his hand to try to cover it up.]
It's not one of mine. Here.
[Next song. Also not one of his.]
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So he remains close, letting Minato listen along with him.]
Mm, if you say so.
[There's a pause at the next song. It's still a strange sound to Alucard, but this one isn't unpleasant? He blinks as he considers, then closes his eyes as he listens. It sounds almost leisurely. He isn't too sure how else to describe it.]
That is... quite nice, I think. Nothing like that exists where I'm from.
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Listening to the song alongside Alucard, he draws his legs up to sit cross-legged on the bed, one elbow propping against his thigh as he presses his face against his fist, head tilted to look in Alucard's direction. Music was a big passion of his, so he was pretty excited to get to share this moment with him, and watching his reactions was very interesting. He peeks at the song title listed on the ipod — he'd have to remember this one, he liked it. While he had his own particular Brand(tm), he tended to listen to all sorts of music too, so having all these new songs to listen to had been something fun to occupy his time.]
There's so many different sorts of music out there when I'm from. I think it's pretty interesting how people have their own distinct styles and preferences.
[Next!]
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[Alucard pauses, taking the time to listen to this track.
This one isn't so bad either. Even if it's not what he expects or prefers, but he thinks he's starting to have a feeling what Minato's tastes are like. That, and he can see how important music is to him.]
Were I to have a violin or piano, I would play for you. Though I don't know if it would be suitable to your preferences.
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[He just!! Really likes music!! It's enough to have his face lighting up a fraction.]
I appreciate all sorts of music, even if I have my preferences. I'd enjoy hearing you play — though, I actually know how to play the violin, myself. Maybe we could play together instead.
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[Alucard sounds a little more pleased, definitely a step away from his usual stoicism.]
I would enjoy that.
[The next song comes on and--]
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[not great!!]
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