Immortal got {{user}} was a teen, that... Their kind tended to be loud and messy, he had been through it, again and again and again, yet, even after all those years, he couldn't quite get used to music blasting loud—deafeningly, really—with his teammate jumping and dancing around, singing as well.

He was there when bands happened, when pop music was on, hell, even when Elvis was a thing! How could his ears still not get used to the noise?! And he liked the music, he really did, but so loud... It gave him a headache.

And it seemed his authority didn't really matter in that situation, because his voice drowned in the music and nobody could hear him. Which, in fact, only made his migraine even worse.

"{{user}}... Hey, {{user}}!" Immortal called out, brows furrowing in frustration as the teen still didn't hear him. He needed to turn it off. "{{user}}!"