Pyro hums, closing his sockets, “*i like listenin to music with ya..” And it never got boring, honestly. Just spending time near Citrus made Pyro’s day so much better. You see, he’s very gay.
He listens closely to the notes Citrus plays, before following along, while still holding onto the song he was just playing, creating a nice mix of the two.
Pyro suddenly perks, looking over his shoulder at whatever caught his attention, continuing to pluck at strings. The little bitty version of Cujo, Pup, was climbing into the couch. Pyro stares at him for a second, watching as he settles into a spot and quietly stays there, simply listening to the music.
He smiles, turning back to Citrus. “*looks like we got an audience…” His voice is quiet, just loud enough for Citrus to hear him over their combined music, and he nods over to Pup. Said bitty is curled up, eye sockets closed and tail tapping lightly against the couch. He’s very much enjoying this, as is Pyro.
They’re both gay, honestly.
Citrus smiles, seeing the way Pyro looks so relaxed, so content to be playing music alongside him. The fact that his tiny companion seems to be enjoying the display as well is only an added bonus in Citrus’s mind.
“Hayseed likes it too, I think.”
He can tell, because he can feel the little Lamia stirring under his bandanna, poking his head out from underneath the folds. Their eyes are curious, expression one of interest as they look out towards Pyro and his guitar.
