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Kristoph smiled as he watched Apollo nod his head to the beat of the horrid song playing on the radio. The blonde man didn't understand why a twenty-two-year-old enjoyed a pop song made for teenage girls? "Apollo?"
Apollo looked over at him. "What's up?"
Kristoph laughed. "Don't get me wrong, it's adorable, but why do you like trash pop so much?"
Apollo smiled. "The beat just reminds me of the kind of music we have back home."
Kristoph tilted his head. "If that's the case, then play it all you want."