James
Romeo's left talon slid along the neck of the guitar and surprisingly making no brushing sound thanks to the abnormal smoothness of the instrument. Gently he rotates the mechanism until each string would have the sound he wished for by checking each with a whip of his right talon. Some awareness would threaten with the thought one wrong whip with those claws could cut those strings and make an unpleasant sound- but luckily Romeo didn't allow that to happen. 

"I bet I'm the only musician you're getting to know better than just their snout~"

Romeo gave Ametrine one last grinning glance before closing his eyes, as if that dramatic gesture would multiply his skill. And then the first tones landed, at first probably seeming to interrupt the beautiful Ambiente of flames cracking in the fireplace, but as soon as Ametrine would focus his thoughts on the melody instead of his memories... It would actually catch his attention, this time in a pleasant way.

"Oh, the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people, they were dancing
To the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs get louder each one better than before
And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?

Where you gonna sleep tonight?"

Maybe his voice was more acceptable than those of dragons Ametrine has met before, especially those that only complained, yelled and lied... But Romeo's voice turned out to sound even more hypnotising when singing to a melody.

"So you're heading down the road with your wings so sore
And you're waiting outside Mother's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til 4
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about fellow artists and their dreamer crew
And where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?"

And so Romeo continues with the guitar-only part. Ametrine might notice that the text tells the story of an artist having to survive from day to day, lying to themselves that _this is the life_ has been their entire life-goal. Romeo must've experienced something by know for being able to write such positive guitar cover with a deep lyrics. As he went on Romeo started to slightly swing his hips to his own tact, still with closed eyes and an emotional but smiling expression on his face while singing.

"And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?"

_This is the life_ ends with the last phrase being sung in a slower dramatic tone before one last guitar instrumental cuts off into one last hall... Before the flame's cracking returned

I apologise for the waiting :'0 had each day fully planned
Loretta
Sorry for interrupting but why do you sound like that one teacher that everyone likess??? /pos

Like, you are fr so nice
James
Fr tho-
Lucid so Sunny vibes man
Anna
Ametrine watched Romeo's form as the dragon moved his talons along the instrument with precision and accuracy as he tuned and calibrated the guitar- at *Least* It seemed like he knew what he was doing... Not just some overtly ambitious street performer that was looking for a quick scale to buy... Well... Whatever they'd end up buying, booze, drugs- eugh- the capital city was clogged with such types that was always *Always* Trying to sell something- treating the idea of listening to their music similarly to how a hustler might treat handing you their '''''free''''' mixtape, then when you take it- or in this case, when you listen - they get upset and offended you're not going to buy or pay for their little pitiful performance.

The skywing snorted - a large cloud of black smoke sweeping from their nostrils - though it seemed they took some level of care to turn their head up, so it didn't blast the canvas with black pigment. He was *Not* Going to give Romeo the pleasure of a verbal reaction to his little comment- *What an idiot...* He thought to himself as he dabbled a few more strokes on painting that was slowly but surely coming together- especially since the background had already been completed. Thanks to dry heat of the room, the thick oil paint dried exceptionally fast - allowing him to layer it in a matter of minutes instead of the laborious typical situation of a few *Hours*. 

He tried to act disinterested in Romeo's singing - holding the same, stern expression you'd expect on a portrait of some terribly cruel member of skywing nobility - a scowl that as Romeo sang, seemed to soften and fade like ice melting into a puddle of clear, cool water - even he himself could relate to the song to some degree, but he *Hated* That fact more than anything- and once Romeo had completed his little serenade, his eyes perhaps opening and checking Ametrine's snout for his expression- he quickly, in a startled manner returned to his typical scowl - letting out a growl that was

Partially out of embarrassment at the fact he might've been caught *Feeling something* Other than frustration, annoyance, and anger. "It was... Alright... You need to work on lyrical variety though... And the half-rhymes weren't flattering." Ametrine avoided eye contact as he spoke - perhaps a sign he wasn't exactly believing what was coming out of his mouth.

"But... It *Wasn't* The most terrible song I've listened to-" He rolled his eyes, wanting to sprinkle in at least a pinch of honesty- but not enough to stroke Romeo's ego - something that seemed to radiate more than the heat from the room's stone furnace as he threw another dried branch on the fire as he looked his own work over - the last layer was completed- and... He didn't hate it. Instead, running an almost admiring talon along the drier surfaces of the painted background - seeming to ignore Romeo's eyes were on him, even if it was only for a split-second.

The skywing snapped back to reality - and cleared his throat harshly, gripping the painting in his talons and shooting his eyes to the corner of the room - the amber light cast from the fire illuminating reds, oranges, and purples of his scales as he stepped forward and extended the painting to Romeo. "Here- you can have it... *I guess*... Only because you saved it- and it's terrible anyways, so it's yours... Sell it, burn it- I don't care what you do with it, it's not any of my business." His voice hardened like stone as he tried to convince himself- more that Romeo that what he was saying was in-fact, the truth - why should he care about this painting anyways? It had the stupid, smug, soft expression of this singer's face on it- he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it- maybe he should scratch out his name in the corner- yeah, that would *Prove* He didn't like it! He slowly reached a talon towards the corner of the piece as if he was going to commit to that idea fully.
Joseph
Romeo's eyes slowly opened with a widening grin, still being in a lowered position holding onto his guitar dramatically before meeting just for a brief moment with Ametrine's eyes. Observing the Skywing's body language, the cloud of anger or possible disgust escaping his nostrils before enjoying the critical comment on his own piece of art. The red-spotted dragon had to giggle... Giggle in fact for a bit longer than earlier with that nearly heart warming laugh. His guitar got placed on a nearby table with care, inspecting Ametrine while doing so to be sure it wasn't a crime to place his personal things around here. 

"Ya know- I think I can live with that your opinion~"

Romeo swung his head back up before glancing with his blazing reddish rubies into Ametrine's eyes... They trailed off just for a moment to experience the switch of these blazing colours on Ametrine's scales created by the flames from the fireplace. Ears perked and eyes widened sitting on his hint legs he flinched back before being seemingly forced to grab the picture, having to push it right away in fear of demolishing the colours if it would touch his chest. For once his gaze was surprised again, even slightly shocked trailing off to the picture before back up to Ametrine... And back to h-...Himself. A sparkle seemed to form in his eyes, something dragonets have when experiencing the thrill of unpacking presents on their birthday. Just like two flints hitting each other and creating a spark. That's what Romeo felt inspecting each so careful and detailed brush Ametrine took-...And now giving it all up and handing it to him? For nothing? It's been a while since Romeo been gifted with anything... Still, it'll be against his morals to take such precious craft without an exchange of soul-crafted gifts.

Just as Ametrine was about to reach over to the corner of the painting, already tending his claws to scratch the layer of paint with his initials off- Romeo's talon slipped into Ametrine's aim, snapping him out

Of that idea as his claws covered that spot while holding it up for a better view in a better light. 
"NO WAY-"
Romeo bursted out with his voice, pausing again while he saw himself un that picture... Was that really him? So aesthetic? So beautiful? No natural reflection ever showed him in such glory like the careful brushes talon-made by-....Him...
Romeo's arms sunk together with that art. His eyes stared into Ametrine's for an uncomfortable long moment before he smiled again, his expression calming and his ears flapping down.
"...Tzh- you got me there you sweet bastard. There's no way you'd give up such masterwork! And I'm not saying that only cause-..." It seemed like some white scales around Romeo's snout changed its colours to a rose red... A blush maybe? Definitely sticking out from his pale whiteness...
"...You painted me... And I gotta say- credit to the artist's eyes! Ehe~...Caught myself very well there~" In fact Romeo had no idea if he really looked like that. To him it nearly seemed as if Ametrine painted him more out of emotion than observation- just a temporary thought he had.
"You should keep it. I have nowhere to go anyways- to poor to get a proper roof over my head which would secure me AND this gorgeous piece of art-...

...And I dunno if you're burning some drug-like-wood there and why it's not effecting me-...But you must be high on something to expect someone to burn this!"
The painting got gently leaned against the table with Romeo's guitar on it. He took couple steps back to inspect the image even more.
Admiration. That what Ametrine could red from Romeo's eyes which totally forgot his. Romeo's words were somewhat what he'd expect from a *Pure soul*...Which is realistically impossible, cause why would anyone spill so many emotions over such stupid gift... Or was, Ametrine's expectation stupid from his own position? 
"*You are incredible... I love it*"
As if paint was thrown on pale emptiness something would sting Ametrine's chest, something which for once- wasn't a painful

Sting...
That's how Romeo's last words felt as he spoke them much calmer- much more admiring...
Anna
Ametrine just rolled his eyes and scowled at Romeo's comment about being able to live with his opinion - of *Course* He was going to have to live with it, was he stupid? The thought crossed his mind - but he felt his heart sink as if regretting the simple thought of the insult- even if he hadn't actually said it to him. He gave him a nod as he set the guitar down- though seeing Romeo's face light up like a Christmas tree earned a subtle- but noticeable smile. The expression on Romeo's face was so sickeningly sweet he felt *Ill* - or maybe *Happy*? His heart felt giddier than it had in a long time - usually, when someone bought something from him - they always smiled, but it was always *Always* With a sense of hollow satisfaction - the type of smile that said 'oh yes, this will look wonderful on my pile of gold, next to my throne, oh- and above the cage I keep my servants in...' - but Romeo wasn't like that at all - it kind of scared him in a weird way, like he had done something *Wrong* Even though Romeo looked overjoyed. 

The skywing flinched harshly as Romeo scolded him - Ametrines eyes widening as an offended expression filled his face - but quickly faded as he pulled his talon back toward is chest - almost as if he was embarrassed at the fact he had even tried. He quickly growled at being called 'sweet' - him? Sweet? Not a chance in the hottest palace furnace of the skywing palace... Even so- seeing his guest's satisfaction seemed to warm his frigid spirit - even just a little bit. 

He gave Romeo a suspicious glare - though didn't care to press him about... Whatever he had caught himself on. At the prospect that he should keep his- he let out a dignified scoff and turned away from his muse. "I don't *Want* It - really, just take it - sell it or something so you can afford a place to live." He felt a warmth creeping into the corners of his face that only proved to make him seem even *More* Upset than he *Always* Seemed to be. "If you couldn't tell - I burn *Mos

T* Of the things I paint - it's all the same to me, it doe-" He felt the warmth creep even further - thankfully, his face was comprised mostly of red scales - he never had to worry about hiding his flushed cheeks on the rare occasion he felt flustered.

He let out a guttural growl that resonated through the heated chamber. "*Whatever*..." He blew another cloud of smoke from his nostrils - this time making sure it was in Romeo's general direction as if he was making a point about how he felt about the musician- his heart jumping a bit at Romeo's words - his red scales doing nothing to hide the extra hue of pink in his face as he turned away from Romeo in an angered manner. "Pft- stupid *Boy*-" He said in a venomously condescending manner. "Just keep the crumby painting..." He crossed his arms and paced towards the entrance of the room. "I *Suppose* I'm going to have to feed you tonight... I'll count your little ditty as payment I guess... I don't care for keeping track of the dragons who are in *Debt* To me anymore." He flicked his tail in Romeo's direction. "And I *Guess* If you don't have anywhere to stay... You can..." He turned his face from Romeo - blowing another plume of black smoke as he rubbed his talons together. "Stay here... But *Only* Until you can find somewhere else to stay - and I *Don't* Want to be woken up by your little musical warmups- I'm a busy dragon." He strutted out of the room - slinking through the hallway and into what looked like a combination of a kitchen and a dining room.

He walked over to an odd, large wooden box and opened it, glancing back at Romeo and growling intinctively. "Do you always keep such a stupid expression plastered on your face?..." He tore his gaze from the dragon, feeling himself digging his talons into the wood of the box as he took in a deep breath and took two large, plucked hawks from the wooden box that radiated an unnatural cold. "Take a seat... And stop looking at me like that." He snarled, getting to work
James
"You are so insane-..." Romeo complained, acting as if his expression switched to annoyance, but in fact just trying to tease Ametrine once again. Before Romeo would further enter the conversation he took one last glance on the painting, feeling against that slight warmth before slowly following his host... Not keeping any safe distance with his snout nearly touching Ametrine's furious tail movement. "-nothing personal... Actually it is- but I'm considering hitting you with my guitar if I should ever catch you destroying your work" Romeo threatened Ametrine in a charming way, thinking about snapping his jaws into that angry waving tail of his. A slight surprise ran across Romeo's face which grew larger with a slight heavy feeling in his chest- combined with the joy from before. Romeo's ears perked up as he got offered to not only stay over for as long as he needed to- but now also being invited for dinner? So Romeo's thoughts continued... Leaving him somewhat day dreaming but also questioning his situation. More or less he got snapped back to reality when Ametrine's tail nearly smacked him in his snout, flinching back with his curly red hair waving to his movement nearly like one-toned flames. He sighed and rolled his eyes before glancing over with his usual charming confidence.
"Pff- me annoying you? Nah~ except if you wish for musical entertainment during breakfast to get into your day!"
Romeo sung his sentences nearly bumping into Ametrine's wings as he realised he followed him far enough to gaze at his kitchen- which was by far the most beautiful and well-sorted one he has seen so far. So he took couple of steps back, finally taking his seat at what he found to be the dining table, on which he sat behind and rested his arms on. A sigh escaped his nostrils, this time him being the one to relieve a dark cloud but still slightly smiling.

"Look, grumpy Ametrine~... And don't kill me for saying it, but you seem lonely, unwanted to trust anyone. I am lonely as well, but searching for friends ya know? Dunno what smoke-brains you've met, but I promise I'm alright. Just as much as you're alright for me~"
Romeo smiled. Less confidentially charming and more warm and trustful... Hoping Ametrine would notice his different tone in his voice.
"...Besides, is there a problem with me finding you enjoyable to look at~?"
Anna
"I am *Not* Insane..." He grumbled under his breath - definitely getting closer to swatting Romeo with his tail each time Romeo edged a little too close for his taste, growling at his comment about hitting him with his guitar. "I'd turn the instrument into scrap if you did that. Besides- I can burn what I *Please* - I was given this little vista by nobility *Explicitly* Because it's fireproof." He pointed out with a sense of pride that quickly melted into embarrassment- and it wasn't something he could correct - so he just tried to *Ignore* Whatever Romeo looked like in this instance, it was- a lot easier than facing the consequences of saying - with a sense of pride - that he had a problem setting thing on fire when he got upset. "Don't get any *Funny* Ideas either- I'm just giving you dinner because I'm a *Good host*. I have *Some* Civility, whether you'd like to believe it or not." He half hissed the words - a growing frustration that was synonymous with seeing Romeo's smug expression that never seemed to fade no matter how *Mean* He was trying to be in order to shoo this dragon away from thinking of him as a friend. "*Yes* - annoying *Me*." He took out a bowl made of fired ceramic and pulled out a set of spices from a nearby cabinet - rinsing and drying his hands in a nearby stream - and then mixing together the cummin, salt, pepper, lemon, olive oil, caraway, and powered, dried habanero pepper to give it a kick. He mixed everything together in a bowl, and rolled the plucked hawks around in the spices - and began cooking them with a controlled blast of his flame breathe - filling the air with warm, savory scents that tickled the nose slightly due to how much habanero he liked to season his food with. 

When he was finished, he went to grab their plates. "I am *Not* Grumpy..." He glared at Romeo - jets of fire igniting in his nostrils instead of just smoke since he'd already warmed up his fire breath - which certainly didn't help his case. "And how I *Am* Is none

Of your concern. I'm putting up with you, aren't I? Giving you a place to stay- I suggest you don't spoil that for yourself." He hissed, setting the hawks down on individual plates and setting one of them down in front of Romeo. His glare grew into a scowl at the question. "Keep your eyes to yourself, musician." He huffed rather loudly- as if defiantly denying Romeo's heartfelt words... But entertaining a thought as he glared over at his muse, eyes piercing him like daggers. "And *Why* Should I think *You* Are any different from anyone else I've met in this... Miserable existence." He already knew the answer- but he wasn't going to *Admit* That to himself. He growled- pushing himself conciously to say a little more... "Dragons don't *Like* Me... They like what I *Do* - I've mixed those sentiments up *Too* Many times to care for family, friends- or partners. They're all the same- *Everyone* Is the same." He slammed a talon against the table - the fire in his eyes growing from frustration to anger as his tone harshened and his words boomed even louder as if he were recalling unpleasant memories of all the dragons that had *Failed* Him before.