[The choices are limited. His signal's shit and he doesn't have a lot of playlists downloaded to his phone. He tries a few songs. There's a bit of what sounds like hip-hop, a bit of angry death metal maybe...? Jamil's eyes widened and his nose wrinkled as he saw, of all things, the Twisted Wonderland's equivalent to Taylor Swift's latest hit on his phone. He doesn't play that. He just is going to wonder who's responsible for that. Najma? Ace trying to pull some kind of esoteric prank?
He settles on some inoffensive Bollywoodesque dance music with an inoffensive beat, something neutral that...doesn't say much about who Jamil is as a person, something easy to choreograph to, and easy to switch out.]
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He settles on some inoffensive Bollywoodesque dance music with an inoffensive beat, something neutral that...doesn't say much about who Jamil is as a person, something easy to choreograph to, and easy to switch out.]
There. [Nice and neutral and plain. Average.]