It might have made sense to Scott, but it didn't make much sense to Heat. In a very confusing and roundabout way, perhaps. "...Huh?" The comment wasn't even really worth thinking about. He was already irritated that he looked as baffled as he did, since that could just prompt more questions.
As for the lack of rhythm, it wasn't Heat's fault, really. He just hadn't had the opportunity to listen to much music. There were those couple songs from the CD the other day, but he couldn't recall the actual beat well, given how little he'd been able to listen to, and he was having a difficult time focusing in his current mental state anyway. When Scott started up his own thing, he was fairly certain he was being mocked, and he glared at the boy accordingly. What did he think he was doing, exactly?
The demon glanced down toward the boy's hand, though he couldn't see it, and then back up again, his own hand now curling into a fist where it sat on his lap.
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As for the lack of rhythm, it wasn't Heat's fault, really. He just hadn't had the opportunity to listen to much music. There were those couple songs from the CD the other day, but he couldn't recall the actual beat well, given how little he'd been able to listen to, and he was having a difficult time focusing in his current mental state anyway. When Scott started up his own thing, he was fairly certain he was being mocked, and he glared at the boy accordingly. What did he think he was doing, exactly?
The demon glanced down toward the boy's hand, though he couldn't see it, and then back up again, his own hand now curling into a fist where it sat on his lap.