Despite the seriousness of the situation, Hound's demand made Kartahn more than a little unhappy. Turn down the music? The music was there first. Hound was the one who rudely intruded on a fine evening of beat crafting and listening to cosmic's story about how he told his off. He shrugged.
"Not a fan of good music are you, bro," he said, a hint of condescension in his voice. He walked over and took a seat at his laptop, clacking away at the keyboard for just seconds.
cosmic_wanderer: those fools get their clocks cleaned good? space_hipster: nah. it's some fruitcake. listen cos, i gotta go. ill be back after fruity leaves. cosmic_wanderer: okay cosmic_wanderer: but if he tries to like, kiss you or something cosmic_wanderer: throw his dumbass out the window cosmic_wanderer: because like, that's how it starts cosmic_wanderer: you remember what we talked about before right space_hipster: yea. don't worry about it bro. cosmic_wanderer: talk to you later man space_hipster has gone offline
After telling cosmic goodbye, Kartahn picked up a remote and pushed the pause button. He glanced at Hound before standing up.
"I only turn my music down for two things. One, when someone dies. It has to be someone I care about, though. Two, when some fruit in black shows up and hops off my roof, landing on the windowsill like he was a damn cat. Who the hell are you? How do you know what you know?" Kartahn asked, with a distrusting frown on his face.