Rave was one of iPod’s most dedicated followers, if not the most. She’s gone through several of the systems, and she’s never found without it. It’s the only way to soothe the beat in her head when she’s out of her element. She’s still got her poor old beaten up first-generation clunker somewhere at her house. It beat carrying a portable CD player, a record bag full of CDs and constant changes of batteries.. a thousand times over.
She bounced back when released from iPod’s arms, looking down to the collection of pretty plastic creations on her arms. She finds one of the most ornate ones, carefully slipping it out of the mesh of the rest. She brings it around iPod’s wrist with a brilliant grin
“I love you!!” This is hollered over the music, entirely sincere.