Stereotypical

Stereotype One: Kai's Musical Taste

Tyson screwed up his eyes, expecting to hear the metallic sounds of death metal…

Or something crap like that…

But instead he got a shock when he stopped outside his door, ear pressed against it. He stepped inside.

"Uh, Kai?"

Kai turned around. "What?"

"What are you wearing?"

"… Clothes?"

Tyson stared at him blankly. Kai wasn't wearing his usual tight shirt and combats combo. Instead he was wearing quite flashy jeans and an even flashier t-shirt.

"Where's all your gothic stuff?"

"Goth?" Kai repeated. "As if I'd wear that junk!" Kai pulled a face.

Tyson furrowed his brow. "And what are you listening to?"

"Um… DJ Rankin?"

"What happened to Nirvana and Korn and stuff like that?"

"Nirvana? Korn?" Kai reiterated. "Ew! As if I'd listen to that crap! All they sing about is how crap life is!"

"Err, Kai… that's emo music."

"Whatever."

Kai turned again, sorting out his hair. Tyson was truly shocked by how wrong he was about Kai.

"Where are you going, anyway?" Tyson asked, noting Kai's flashiness.

Kai grinned. "An all night rave!"

Tyson's eyes widened. "Well… have fun…" he said and walked out, too stunned to say or do anything else.

An all night rave…

Who'd have thought?

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Mwaha, I actually disagree with all this. Gothic stuff is cool and that sort of music is my favourite. I also think Kai would listen to that. Hehe, refer to my other fics. But anyways, it just occurred to me one day who stereotypical people are when it comes to the uninformed details of characters. Thus… this. I hope you enjoyed it!

Next drabble: Is Tyson really that obsessed with food?

Over and out…