Surely his petite, delicate slip of a sister would be listening to the soothing strains of a violin concerto, or perhaps a sad, lilting ballade.
However when he slipped the earphones on (it took a while to figure out how to don them, but he was successful in the end. After, he IS Kuchiki Byakyua), he was shocked speechless at the cacophony of several frenzied screeches accompanied by ear piercing wails of some awful broken instrument.
It must be the bad influence of the Kurosaki boy…
He was resolved to rectify this problem immediately.
He'd never really liked that carrot top, punk-ass kid anyway.