Joseph
"I have never thought of you as a bad host, Ametrine. Let's say you have something *Firing* On yourself, like chilli, there are dragons that like it" Romeo explained again in that charm what carried his voice over, nearly tickling in the ears just as much as the sparks of fire heating up their meal. And ofc that studying gaze of Romeo slowly evolved in a nearly dreadful staring... It was enjoyable watching how the flames enlighten Ametrine's scales ever so often. Romeo flinched together tho as Ametrine's nostrils huffed a smoke nearly into his snout as he ordered him to end his bit too personal stare. „My eyes are still in my skull- haven't been scratched out by anyone *Yet*~" A snicker escaped his snout, which still had a slight visible rose over its scales. His nose twitched, and he hugged himself as he leaned back from his steaming plate. Romeo raised his eyebrows and blew a string of hair out of his face „my my- talking about a spicy behaviour, you are an enjoyer of over seasoned meals I see~ no judging here ofc!" Though a moment later Romeo realised he has over-seasoned their conversation as well, and slowly his ears lowered together with his gaze down to Amwtrine's talons, obviously recognising that anger shake he caught. To Ametrine's surprise Romeo laid his own talon on top of his, in contrast very careful not trying to provoke him any further as he could. „Ametrine-..." His guest spoke, this time no charm or any tease noticeable in his voice. The smugness each of his grins normally had would now be an expression of empathy... Maybe slight regret of bringing him so far with his open behaviour. „...I can't claim I know how you're feeling, but believe me when I say that I have been disappointed as well... More than twice." A careful glance wandered up to Ametrine's face. He remembered always expecting a hit of his mother's talon as soon as he dared to look her into her eyes. It was hard to overcome that fear to talk to someone seemingly just as furious as she was.

„I never gave up trying... I still believe I might meet for once someone that won't only understand, but also care as much as I'm trying to...

...Yes, i admire your creations. But not only the materials, but what you soul makes out of them. Dirt and rain only won't make a flower grow" His talon slowly moved off Ametrine's, carefully placing his own on the table again. „Besides- if you're already offering me to stay, then I'm offering any help you could need" A smile enlightened again, it was careful as well- but eyes don't lie, at least that's what the poem says.
Anna
"We can *Fix* That if you keep looking at me like that..." He huffed another cloud of smoke as he carved into the poultry he had prepared with his razor-sharp talons - focusing more on the action than meeting Romeo's gaze- just listening to his words for the most part as he diced his meal into manageable parts- sneering at his comment about how he seasoned *His* Food - even if Romeo assured him that it wasn't a judgmental comment - he couldn't help but see it as a slight or complaint. 

When Romeo's talon met his - Ametrine looked up quickly with a horrified - but utterly *Fearful* Expression as he quickly pulled his talon away from Romeo's curling it towards his chest. "D-don't touch me!" He hissed - baring his teeth as if angered, but his expression was filled with confusion and regret as the skywing seemed to shrink - their wings folding closer to their body as if they were hugging themself. He was upset and conflicted, he hadn't let another dragon touch him in a *Very* Long time - so the sensation felt unnatural - and wrong - Romeo couldn't've possibly have known this fact, but he could've perhaps surmised it from Ametrine's standoffish nature. 

The skywing trembled, debating on whether he was going to scream at Romeo to *Leave* Or if he was going to hear him out in whatever he was saying - Romeo was speaking, but Ametrine was buried in his own thoughts - submerged in skeptical doubt that climbed up the talon Romeo touched and spread through his body like an infection that sought to rot his heart entirely - but even so, the thought of striking Romeo for his action never *Once* Crossed his mind, instead he felt like he wanted to be anywhere in Pyrrhia except here as this single, musically gifted individual made him subtly question who he was and why he acted the way he did- simply be being kind- something Ametrine had fought and clawed hard to avoid for *Years*. 

He frowned at Romeo- but his ears flicked as he caught what Romeo was saying only at 'I still belie

Ve I might meet someone' - he cringed his face- refusing to look Romeo in the eyes as he spoke but catching every word from then on. This dragon knew *Nothing* About him- but he was being so... Kind, so genuine, it was overwhelming - and he couldn't help but think of the possibility Romeo was simply trying to manipulate him, get him to drop his guard so he could sink his clever talons into his very soul. "I..." He rubbed his talons together *What would Ametrine say?* He asked himself as he continued trying to maintain the facade he had imposed upon himself like layers of paint for most of his life. "Fine- whatever..." He growled. "You and your *Stupid*... Pretty words, can do as you please- but don't think I'm just going to change to suit your needs or desires because it's convenient." He snorted- begrudgingly accepting Romeo's offer - but accepting it, nonetheless. "Thanks - I guess, I don't *Really* Care you know- I'm just letting you do whatever you want to do - even if it means wasting you time with me."
Joseph
Both Romeo's talons flinched and backed off as close as possible to his chest as he saw what a simple touch has done to Ametrine's appearance. Surprised and guilty Romeo looked up at Ametrine trying to explain himself how he managed to make this intimidating Skywing suddenly appear like a hurt child-... Only then he realised he wasn't the only one who experienced a harsh childhood. „Ametrine I- I didn't mean to-..." Slowly the Sand-Rain breed stood up, trying to keep himself lower than Ametrine to assure him he wouldn't be a threat to him in any way. Ofc this time Romeo was aware of keeping a safe distance... Despite having the urge to lay one of his wings around his *Friend*. „...I didn't mean to hit a nerve- I promise I wont do that again! You-..." Romeo paused, holding his front talons together as he sat down in front of the self-hugging Skywing, who clearly had a hard time convincing themselves that what just happened truly happened. Slightly ashamed Romeo's head tilted to the side together with his eyes. He let Ametrine say what he thought, making sure that he wouldn't care what else Romeo would do to try changing him. „Listen-...If you care or not... I do care. And if I'm being a bother I can shut it, change the topic or leave... But if you ever want a wing to cry into- and I don't claim you'd ever do that- but if... Then don't be afraid. I have no use of your information, or your properties. I just didn't have a pure dragon as a friend in a long time... And I assume so did you"

Romeo dared to look back to Ametrine, trying to find his eyes again and maybe- just maybe swing a possible calmness, or relief. Romeo was about to sit back down, already turning away from him but still hesitating, not before Ametrine himself wouldn't sit down. He opened his jaws and took a breath, apparently he wanted to say something but cut that idea to stare back down at the table... And the dish Ametrine made for him. „For you record-..." A slight smile spread again over his face, a calm one again with eyes half closed „...I'm a loser. And that's a technical fact. My tail tip can't even paralyse or make your wound swell, I'm unable of changing colours except between white and red... And I'm getting an itching throat from using my fire... Heh~" Romeo chuckled as he told him about his *Disabilities*, revealing his literal weaknesses... Either as a part of gaining trust to fulfill the manipulation, or to actually open himself to Ametrine... For his own comfort towards Romeo? „I'm basically nothing if I didn't have my musical talent... And maybe my prettiness is also one~" By finishing his sentence Romeo looked back up to Ametrine, now his facial expression seemed to be holding back a giggle, studying if Ametrine would understand that ironic joke he committed... Maybe... Just to cheer him up a little... Just a little.
Anna
Ametrine *Hated* The feeling racing beneath Romeo's eyes - he wished he didn't feel the way he did, he wished he didn't react the way he did - even if he was harsh, grumpy- and overtly critical - deep down, no matter how hard he tried to push this dragon away from him, he didn't *Want* To hurt him. His defense was much like that of a rattlesnakes' - born of fear - not of genuinely bold hatred or malice. "I-It's okay - it's fine - you... You didn't *Mean *To upset me." He rubbed his arm in an anxious manner. "Please... Please don't leave." He felt an undeniable heat creeping back into his face as he mustered the strength to look Romeo in the eyes when he said those words - as if ensuring that what he said in the moment *Was* Genuine- though he seemed to cringe at himself for not sheltering that vulnerability- and while he snorted arrogantly at Romeo's offer for a wing to cry into - a part of that made him feel a warmness inside of himself he hadn't felt in a long time.

He ears rolled back as Romeo looked at him - he felt *Exposed* - but just as much as he felt frightened, and weak - Romeo revealed his own weaknesses- his biological shortcomings- things he couldn't control. Despite his temper usually pushing others away, Ametrine hissed - using the rage that boiled inside of him to scold Romeo. "While you *Are* A loser- it' not like it's your fault you don't have the gifts of rainwings or sandwings - and I *Don't* Care if you can't boil my face or set my stupid - angry tail on fire when I snap at you- I just..." He gritted his teeth, shaking his head dismissively - not ready to say those kinds of things to *Anyone* Yet. "Look, you're fine- I painted you, right? You think I'm good- so you must at *Least* Be able to connect the dots in your head that I don't paint failures... Your music doesn't suck- I guess - and even if you couldn't play or sing - you'd still have the capacity to do good- you just don't inherently have the tools for killing and maiming others..." He

Rolled his eyes as if to quietly call him an idiot again- the mood int the room finally settling between the two of them as Ametrine felt his appetite slowly return as he at some of the food he prepared- glaring at Romeo when he called himself pretty, which must've meant his goal of cheering him up must've worked- even if Ametrine was a little difficult to read - but keeping his mouth shut while he ate out of manners that weren't particularly common among dragons. 

Once he had swallowed, he spoke. "Thanks..." He said - trying to keep up the act of not really caring as he went back to eating, not willing to elaborate on what he was thanking Romeo *For* As his tail flicked agitatedly towards the ceiling of the cave while he continued eating - a pensive, thoughtful look on his face as if he was turning over ideas in his heads - it was an expression one might expect to find on a nightwing seer that was trying to dissect the future possibilities that had just opened up before their eyes - he had revealed weakness in himself- and... He wasn't entirely regretting it... Not yet anyways, Romeo could *Always* Use what he knew against him somehow- someday he reasoned with a gentle nod to himself, his tail flicking to the right- then the left as if he were more of a cat than a dragon.
Joseph
A flicker of a red wave slandered over Romeo's neck, nearly unnoticeable under that reddish hair of his. It nearly seemed like goosebumps in form of scales changing their colours Inna brief moment. The 'don't leave' felt so familiar... As if he heard that once before, a long time ago. Rome blinked a flashback away, finding himself staring down on his plate with the still steaming food. Slowly- actually carefully slowly -Romeo slid inch for inch closer to Ametrine's side, pulling his plate between his talons with him.
"I'd give you that point- but... Aside my biological issues I'm not that better either." His snout turned to Ametrine's side again, smiling again to deliver that warmth once more, at least trying to melt that thick layer of ice slightly more. Buuut- getting flustered made him tense his facial muscles again, nearly finding himself in a nervous giggle after Ametrine explained his view on Romeo, more or less forced- which clearly satisfied Romeo even more... And slightly gave him hopes to crack that shell and find that *Deep hidden dragon* Inside him. "You-...Like me, in other words? That's... Very sweet and actually- very brave to say~" Eventually Romeo would also try a piece, taking the perfectly cut string of meat between his jaws -and interesting to observe- another non-rose but reddish wave spread over his snout before a tensed blinking of his eyes followed. He chewed for a while on it before swallowing, and already spoke again while trying to get rests out from his teeth "Phew-! Three moons- th-that's pretty well seasone-" Romeo couldn't hold back a cough as soon as he finished his sentence, either the food actually being very spicy, or him just being a loser in handling the spice. Maybe Ametrine would've noticed by now that Romeo tends to quickly change topics, or at least switch moods like a theatric act... Which was more or less annoying, but special in its own ways.

"I-...Really like your scales btw. They remind me of sunsets- AND- I'm not trying to be corny here... Heh" Romeo was just about to grab another slice, focusing on his plate at the moment and so not realising that his own tail slightly started to wave as well... Slower than Ametrine's, but just an inch away from touching his due that act. "...Also, I think I should be the one thanking you. You're actually managed to overcome a fear just to tell me that-...Shortly said...-I'm somewhat fine. 
That means if I connected the "Dots" Somewhat correctly- and you're not just saying that to please me~ but for the credit, you made me smile you grump" Rose spread over his cheeks again, the smug grin coming back as his face seemed to come closer and closer... Maybe to close for comfort. It wasn't meant in a charming way- but probably just carelessness in that entertainment Romeo got from this conversation... One he wished for a while now. "If- it would make you feel better-" Romeo started, trailing off with his gaze back on to the table "-i could tell you about more *Personal weaknesses* Of mine? Cause you seem very- uh-... Unwanted exposed?"
Anna
The wrathful skywing artist simply watched Romeo inch closer and closer to him as if he were the absolute master of stealth - the whole time Ametrine holding stark and stern eye contact with him, but not particularly reacting each time he got closer - in the back of his mind - finding the entire scene to be ridiculously funny - but being sure to let out a jet of black smoke once Romeo had gotten as far as he was comfortable with - slicing off a bit of hawk and chewing it as his guest lamented about how *Useless* He was- which only caused Ametrine's wings to flare. "*Oh?* And what does that make *Me* Then? If I couldn't paint- would that make *Me* Useless too?" He rolled his eyes - though ironically - that was part of his struggle regarding his own self-worth. "So what you're saying is nonsense... Which isn't *New* - but I digress."

He hissed and thwapped the table with his tail enough to make the plates jump and come back down with a clack. "I did *Not* Say I liked you!" He growled - staring daggers at Romeo as he took another bite of food, mumbling something to himself as he was chewing- probably something about how stupid Romeo was, though cracked a devilish grin as Romeo's face flashed red for a more satisfying reason. "Hmm, what's the matter pretty boy? Something more than salt and pepper?~" He scoffed and had a good laugh at Romeo's reaction - his joyous expression fading into a skeptical one as he rustled his wings together and looked himself over - feeling a heat in his face that made him *Want* To smack Romeo over the head with his tail- it felt different when Romeo complimented him - *Much* Different than the folks at his mountain-top village that paraded him around like some kind of pretty art piece- everyone so eager to choose his future for him - oh yes, 'that little dragonet is going to be quite the artist' - they'd say to him, even when he was too young to even grapple with the concepts of using pallets, brushes, canvases, or easels. "Hmph! Whatever..

." He rolled his eyes at the compliment, his tail harshly swaying more like a whip for a moment as he looked away from Romeo's gaze.

Ametrine fiddled the chain of a golden necklace around his neck as his guest said that he had made him smile - and it didn't take a psychologist to guess what the colors in Romeo's face meant. "Pft, of course I wouldn't be saying *Anything* To please you- I just-" He growled, realizing that the way the sand-rain hybrid had worded that made it impossible for him to flat out deny anything without supporting his claim, though he craned his neck back as Romeo kept inching closer and closer - almost right in his face. He blushed in embarrassment at Romeo's ability to read his obvious body language and looked utterly like he was about to maul his pretty little snout right there - though flicked an ear when being offered to know a personal weakness of his... Hmmm, at first he thought, 'why should I care?' - but then seemed to settle on - 'If I could get under this dagon's scales as much as he got under mine- then maybe...' "Fine... Tell me your weakness... But if it's that you're exceedingly unintelligent- I *Already* Knew that." He snorted.