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me: 

  “ Are you sure this is a good idea? ”

Time is on @ampxup side !

 A series of snares and drums blasted into the woman’s ears at an intense volume. The music was so loud that she was unable to hear the sound of her bullets penetrating the robotic creatures at the practice range. It was a wonder how Lucio was still able to hear without having to attach a ＳＴＹＬＩＳＨ hearing aid to his ear. The two shared a number of things in common from fashion sense to genre of music. Their conversations were like ＬＥＧ ＤＡＹ; you just couldn’t miss it. At last, she finally lowered her earpieces and turned to her training partner with an enthused look of approval. 

          ❝ – I’m really digging your new track, luv !                  It’s…darn ! What did you say before ?                  Uhh…ＬＩＴ !  ––––––––––––––                   ––– ＨＥＹ ! Don’t look at me like that !❞

  Low thuds emitted a bass that made the practice arena vibrate and feel alive, just the way he liked it. Times like these were when Lucio felt his calmest,  a bleak contrast to the intensity of the space shared in his teammates company. His eyes drifted open as the stereo lowered its volume to accommodate Tracer’s words. His brief expression of surprise broke into unapologetic laughter at her choice of terms, feet swinging above the ground from the ledge where he sat.

Maybe he wasn’t actually ready to divulge his favorite artists as much as he thought he would like to, because the first thing that came out of his mouth was      "I doubt you’ve heard of them– I mean.” Was the big bad Reaper actually discomposed?

He pauses for a moment and then looks at Lucio, the mask hiding his slight embarrassment. The music was immature and violent but it was most definitely his favorite. He sighs and his shoulders drop ever so slightly, and he spoke in a disappointed whisper.      “Tyler the Creator. That’s my style.” 

  It took a lot of willpower not to snort at the former, eager to hear something from Reaper that wasn’t a snide remark or sound of  disdain. He could only hope he wasn’t coming across too interested, excited to see his ally opening up a bit.