'Rube?' Justin's eyebrows rose upward in an arch at the usage of the word. He hadn't heard anyone actually use in in real life-- only in movies. It was interesting, that something characterized in some beloved movies of his was, in fact, real. It was silly of him to not believe that it would be, but sometimes the quirk in the movies seemed so...original. Justin shook the thought away, adding a nod and a small smile to the proprietor. "Hey."
His eyes scanned the place as he stood next to Kira, taking it all in before browsing. It was hard to describe, but... he almost instantly fell in love with the place. It was almost gritty, not like a chain store where there was merchandise lining the walls that had nothing to do with actual music, throwing it in your face as if it were screaming for you to spend your entire life's saving. This place was cozy, posters lining the walls almost adoringly. Shouting out both classic and contemporary artists without forcing the every popular and overrated mainstream bands down your throat. Listening stations were over by the corners and-- everything was perfect about it. He would sleep here if he could.
He turned towards the first row of bays and started looking through albums. A small smile tugged at the side of his mouth and he picked up a CD. "Now, this is a test-- but no pressure. It only accounts for your coolness factor," Justin attempted his most serious expression, eyebrows raised slightly as he talked. "What are you're feelings about the Kooks? Not to be confused with the Kinks-- I've had many a people who could not for the life of them tell the difference." It was that or the Clash-- honestly. They may be a cliche staple in rock and roll, but they're cliche for a reason. But, if he had to see another fifteen year old in a 'vintage' Sex Pistols or Ramones shirt, he would shoot someone.