Nero arched an eyebrow at his reaction, and he had to admit he was kind of relieved he didn't ask anything about his arm. Maybe he was used to seeing things out of the ordinary? Hmm, food for thought, that.
His eyes widened a little at the bold move that was taking his headset away from him without even asking. That was his headset! His mind protested with the petulant tone of a brat, though the only external reaction was a half-glare, half-surprised look.
The half quickly turned into full surprise at Gojyo's statement. Usually he listened to songs with fast beats, aggressive riffs and violent lyrics, hard rock, speed metal and industrial, the works. Yeah, he practiced while listening to his music. But dancing? How the hell would anyone pull that off?
...unless he meant pulling a few air guitars.
"You think? Too bad I don't dance," he said, pushing himself up to his feet. "So where to? The shooting range, or do you want to go somewhere else?"