Jackson loves loves this. The Nexus itself is a little too sprawling to be something he enjoys on a deep, meaningful level, but the more cozy parts of it or the universes that branch off from there? He loves it. There's something particularly inviting about Jono's room, though he can't quite put his finger on it, and the teen spends a moment staring at his fresh surroundings with wide, blue eyes.
"Wow," he finally says, grinning over at Jono. "You weren't kidding about the music, huh?" Jackson has never seen so many musical instruments in one person's possession and has certainly never seen a bigger collection of actual vinyl (and CDs!) than he's seen here. The stereo system, well ... he's tactfully refraining from seizing upon it and taking it apart.
Spontaneously, he reaches for Jono's hand. "What was that music you liked that I'd never heard of?"
Yes, it's safe to say that Jono likes his music. It's not like he has much else to spend his money on. Well, music and keeping Siouxsie fed.
He wraps his hand around Jackson's, holding loosely. Punk? he replied, leading the way over to the wall o' music. Damn shame, that, losin' track of it. Not that he would consider punk music to be very conducive to what might be happening here. At all.
Jackson, innocently, has absolutely no idea that punk music wouldn't be conducive to ... well, anything that he has in mind. He follows Jono, content to have his hand held loosely, and scrutinizes the music. "Yeah, that. What's it like?" All right, maybe the tone of his voice suggests he's looking for something in particular that punk will not provide.
Jono glances over to him and raises an eyebrow. He takes his hand from Jackson and reaches up to grab his iPod. Easier than finding the CD. Especially since he's looking for a particular song.
He presses play and London Calling starts playing. 'At's kin'a a basic example. Got plenty of others. Good beat and you can dance to it. But you can't really DANCE to it, if you catch my meaning.
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"Wow," he finally says, grinning over at Jono. "You weren't kidding about the music, huh?" Jackson has never seen so many musical instruments in one person's possession and has certainly never seen a bigger collection of actual vinyl (and CDs!) than he's seen here. The stereo system, well ... he's tactfully refraining from seizing upon it and taking it apart.
Spontaneously, he reaches for Jono's hand. "What was that music you liked that I'd never heard of?"
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He wraps his hand around Jackson's, holding loosely. Punk? he replied, leading the way over to the wall o' music. Damn shame, that, losin' track of it. Not that he would consider punk music to be very conducive to what might be happening here. At all.
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He presses play and London Calling starts playing. 'At's kin'a a basic example. Got plenty of others. Good beat and you can dance to it. But you can't really DANCE to it, if you catch my meaning.
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