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Yuji leans close, though, to listen to the sound. He's a little less annoyed now that he knows there's a purpose to it, and he's a touch more curious, head tilted as he blinks and tries to see if he recognises the beat at all.
He doesn't. Must not be J-POP. ]
What? Mine?
[ Huh? ]
How is it mine?