Gokudera would notice Starscream, but he completely misses him. One would think it would be hard to miss a 25' mech when they're literally right in plain sight, but Gokudera does. Amoi had been full of towering structures, and the law enforcement had often been accompanied by AI with weapons that could not only stun or destroy their targets, but to disable even the powers of Gods. He'd fought some large hulking metallic figures, been taken to places in the Golden City of Tanagura that most lower-caste mongrels could never dream of.
So when Starscream breaks the silence, Gokudera pivots and pulls out several sticks of dynamite from... thin air? They're not lit, and he's not even sure who his target would be until he looks up.
"Shit..." okay he's jumpy, and hopes no offense was taken. The silver-haired boy tucks away his weapons and lights his cigarette, taking a drag before answering through smoke, "Depends on the composer." He looks up, stares thoughtfully and seems to be mulling the question over. His answer is probably unsatisfactory.
"Most are written to convey emotions, and evoke them from the listener. Others are meant purely for entertainment... or noise to fill in silence, to create an atmosphere." And boy oh boy do Italian mafioso love their private performances and events. His skill would help him blend in as a talented pianist if he ever needed to get in and witness an 'accident' with a rival or enemy family. Not that his boss would ever have him do something so dirty. At the very least, he could blend in and talk to the right people... keep enemies close while appearing harmless.
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So when Starscream breaks the silence, Gokudera pivots and pulls out several sticks of dynamite from... thin air? They're not lit, and he's not even sure who his target would be until he looks up.
"Shit..." okay he's jumpy, and hopes no offense was taken. The silver-haired boy tucks away his weapons and lights his cigarette, taking a drag before answering through smoke, "Depends on the composer." He looks up, stares thoughtfully and seems to be mulling the question over. His answer is probably unsatisfactory.
"Most are written to convey emotions, and evoke them from the listener. Others are meant purely for entertainment... or noise to fill in silence, to create an atmosphere." And boy oh boy do Italian mafioso love their private performances and events. His skill would help him blend in as a talented pianist if he ever needed to get in and witness an 'accident' with a rival or enemy family. Not that his boss would ever have him do something so dirty. At the very least, he could blend in and talk to the right people... keep enemies close while appearing harmless.