*jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair* Ahem, you look very lovely.
, to be precise – on his Crosley CR704 combo player. At this moment, he was listening to the song "Killers". Ever since he learned what heavy metal was, he'd always been in love with it because it appealed to his edgelord nature. Granted, he strongly preferred 80s NWOBHM and thrash, but he'd take whatever he could get provided it fell within his tastes, which also included death metal and black metal. When the song got to the guitar solo, he rocked out as hard as he possibly could. Even if nothing could equate a live concert for him, this would do. Furthermore, when it came to Tygers of Pan Tang, for Shadow, it was a toss-up between this album or
Suddenly, while Shadow was rocking out, his Hedgehog Sense tingled, accompanied by the usual ear twitch. This was a sign of impending danger or just something of interest, but whatever the case, Shadow stopped the record and went to his bedroom door. Upon opening it, a familiar face greeted him…Suddenly, while Shadow was rocking out, his Hedgehog Sense tingled, accompanied by the usual ear twitch. This was a sign of impending danger or just something of interest, but whatever the case, Shadow stopped the record and went to his bedroom door. Upon opening it, a familiar face greeted him…
HHAHAHAH LOL
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