Now that was something Mao hadn't put into consideration, and it stumped him good. The smart ass look on his face slowly shifted to an annoyed pout as he tried to think of ways around it to no avail. Eventually he had to admit defeat. Sort of. "Aw, but-- C'mon, don't ruin my fun."
"Something that's not dudes screaming and beating their instruments up?" He enjoyed many genres of music, but Metal was not one of them aside from a rare song or two. He fished his phone from his pocket to swipe through examples of what he considered better 'running music', settling on Hydrogen by M.O.O.N. It played through the cat ear speakers of his headphones so they both could listen. "Now this is running music. Or, like, rampaging through a nightclub music." That second part was in reference to Hotline Miami, a video game where the song was featured.
"So anyway..." Time to get the introductions rolling. "What's your deal? Like, who're you?"