[Her nose wrinkles, then she looks closer. There — the same name on each, simply "Queen." Fukawa frowns. There's a tingle of familiarity but doesn't think she knows this band. The name is so vague, though. She could be confusing it with any number of things. After a second she scoffs, waving the inquiry off.]
Well, h-how the hell would I know? This is all ancient history, and it's not even my history. I know stuff like M-Michael Jackson, or Madonna, but I can't be expected to keep track of it all. They don't even have Matsutoya Yumi here.
[Not that she's a super fan, but even her generation could rattle off five of her songs without thinking. She folds her arms and scowls at the columns of cassettes, the rows of vinyl.]
Just flip a coin or something. If it's the same band you'll p-probably like either one just fine.
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[Her nose wrinkles, then she looks closer. There — the same name on each, simply "Queen." Fukawa frowns. There's a tingle of familiarity but doesn't think she knows this band. The name is so vague, though. She could be confusing it with any number of things. After a second she scoffs, waving the inquiry off.]
Well, h-how the hell would I know? This is all ancient history, and it's not even my history. I know stuff like M-Michael Jackson, or Madonna, but I can't be expected to keep track of it all. They don't even have Matsutoya Yumi here.
[Not that she's a super fan, but even her generation could rattle off five of her songs without thinking. She folds her arms and scowls at the columns of cassettes, the rows of vinyl.]
Just flip a coin or something. If it's the same band you'll p-probably like either one just fine.