"All kinds of stuff!" Joe shrugs- not Christmas music, because he's heard a ton of that everywhere else he goes. Not club stuff, because he's got a ton of that downloaded onto his NV, still mostly downloaded from AGI's DJ library when he worked for them, and never deleted off...which is technically illegal pirating, now that he's not affiliated, but...whatever. Sam Merlotte isn't here to bail him out of fines and messes anymore, but who's going to know what music's on his personal NV?
"Usually something people ask me about, or... just whatever looks cool?" An example of this is really...evading him, at the moment. Mostly because of the warm breeze, and the distracting icicles still hanging along the row of midway games, which he only now realizes are completely fake decorations made of plastic. Or else they'd have melted.
"And haunted!" He adds brightly, because vengeful ghosts seemed the bigger issue with the lighthouse than something a good bottle of windex and some paper towels could fix right up.
"Hey, I promised you some kind of present, right?"
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"Usually something people ask me about, or... just whatever looks cool?" An example of this is really...evading him, at the moment. Mostly because of the warm breeze, and the distracting icicles still hanging along the row of midway games, which he only now realizes are completely fake decorations made of plastic. Or else they'd have melted.
"And haunted!" He adds brightly, because vengeful ghosts seemed the bigger issue with the lighthouse than something a good bottle of windex and some paper towels could fix right up.
"Hey, I promised you some kind of present, right?"