No Accounting for Tastes
((Closed RP with Sierra. owo))
Still high on adrenaline from all of the physical training of the day, Yuliana was still bouncing on the balls of her feet as she and her uncle, Yuri Gregorovitch, made their way to the mess hall. The stereo she had been playing her music on while they trained was tucked under her arm. It was still playing music softly as they gathered the food and sat down in the usual spot.
Yuliana let out a heavy breath, tuning the knob for the volume up a few notches. Adrenaline remaining in her system kept her legs bouncing under the table. The motion of her legs shook the table as well. Yuri looked at his niece and stared at her, raising one eyebrow. She caught the look. One little apologetic chuckle and her feet were flat on the floor.
The leg shake was out. Yuliana took a few bites of her food, pondering other ways to keep her energy flowing. She looked to the stereo. The song playing was from a Swedish group, full and with lots of power backing the music. She reached over and cranked the volume up so that the music could be heard well enough over most conversations and to drown out any conversation at their table. She glanced to her uncle to see if the volume bothered him--it didn't usually when she blasted it during training.
Yuri shrugged.
Victorious, Yuliana dug into her food, bobbing her head to the music.
