Ah, one character singing and the other listening
fun
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The sound of a guitar being tuned had drawn them from judging the food in the kitchen, to looking into the living room. Where the blue haired Dino-lover was sitting on the ground, tuning a guitar. They didn't even know that he had it, but then again they had refused to enter any room but the living room and kitchen, so that shouldn't be to surprising.
Then he started to sing, and Ananas leaned against the doorway, he wouldn't mind them listening in. Probably, at least.
"I have a question, It might seem strange."
They both jolted when a cord of the guitar shot out out of tune, Dino swore under his breath and fiddled to fix it, before starting back up.
"How are your lungs? Are they in pain?"
This time, the guitar stayed in tune, Ananas let out a sigh they didn't know they were holding (Not because they would be disappointed he would have to pause again- no that would be stupid)
"'Cause mine are aching, Think I know why. I kinda like it, though. You wanna try?"
Then Dino, casted a glance of his stupid green eyes over his shoulder, and saw Ananas, visibly jolting and scurrying to his feet.
"Holy shit-"
"You invited me to sleep here,"
"Yeah I know I uh- Guess I thought you had left to go annoy Pitaya or somethin'"
"Pah, please as if I would waste my energy on him... I was judging the food in your cabinet,"
Dino let out a soft chuckle, putting the guitar down, rubbing the back of his head.
"Fair enough, Apple complains about it all the time- But then she eats normal bread and feels sick the rest of the day."
"And she still complains?"
"She's five, Ananas,"
Ananas huffed, looking back at the guitar, then at Dino.
"What were you singing? It uh- sounded nice- the song, I mean-"
"Chill, I wouldn't dare think you would /ever/ compliment me- It's uh- called 'Would You Be So Kind'"
Ananas nodded, tail thumping against the wall as their pride refused to let them ask one question that at the moment seemed more important then insulting Pitaya (And that was a very important task!)
"Do you /want/ me to keep singing it?"
"... Maybe,"
And he laughed, picking back up the guitar.
"If you say so,"
