Pretty damn sure he's alone at home, Kenpachi decided to unload his good humour in the most hilarious way possible -- which he was never doing when in companion, reasons not really known for anyone, himself included. Such mundane activity as preparing dinner would be turned into real show with lots of fire (luckily on the stove) and knife-casting (oops), everything to the sounds of 'Lady Marmalade' thumping in headphones. Kenpachi was actually on the 'avec moi ce soir' when turned around and...
…eyebrow of sudden bystander just rose in mixture of mild amusement and wonderment not lasting more than even a few seconds, when dumbfounded expression of his roommate just served for Starrk to really lose his normally well-kept composure and erupt in good wave of loud laughter resounding through actually opened doors of their mutual apartment.
Day in itself had been long, a rather unexpected and sudden, tiresome shift inside the bank; his parents gave the pianist for intriguing male taking up the management in filling in and instructing new workers in large procedures all over multi-level building; had come in and had been taken into account by the manager himself, hence why Starrk’s arrival at home was an exceptionally late one. Not that both of them would wonder or mind, whatever they would call work-‘shifts’ was a strange mixture of daylight and nighttime taking up whatever would suit either of them.
If not for the bank – that is.
When feet finally could find the way to his quarters, the dark-haired male was rather happy to be able to have a calm evening, fairly sure Kenpachi would understand when pointing out of the rather obvious could take place, but very moment a – at this time still – gloved hand reached out to the handle and open modern living place, he stopped, slender fingers barely touching his property.
A smirk when he listened quietly to the sound, only voice of singing actually reaching his ears, so loud he would not wonder if neighbors came to enjoy rather new melody, the only times music would come from their apartment was either in form of loud rock, metal, swing or whatever was at the moment in their fancy, or soft piano sounds when musician had taken up his training.
Fingers touched the handle again to let himself inside, following the sounds curiously in the meanwhile shedding whatever clothing was not important for him anymore, before Coyote leaned, arms crossed over his chest, against the wooden jamb of the entrance to the kitchen, smiling lightly upon the view and actual – well not really, but partly – chaos induced by tall barkeeper totally immersed in work and pastime activity.
Song was a rather unexpected one, taking into consideration stature, built and exceptionally blunt nature of the long haired male in front of him, but even then, Starrk had to admit: it didn’t really sound bad, quite the opposite. So for a while his head would tilt, wearing a rather relaxed expression while watching a man that was, indeed, uninterested in what people said about him, but would not take up such a carefree behavior all the time, if asked by the pianist himself, he would have probably pointed out with a snarky remark that this was bullshit and nothing he wanted to do.
So why not watch when the possibility was high?
It took only a few mere moments until they were to the beginning scene, now with Starrk laughing so hard he had to remove himself out of the rather flabbergasted sight of his companion, not because of the bad music but the expression would have resolved into more bouts of uncontrolled laughter, only way to cut this short was to cut it out of his own sight. Releasing a sigh and a deep breath followed, while finally the lean form moved again, having found its way on the ground behind nearest wall just to get his calm back – yes, even this was highly rarely.
Steps taken up again, he sneaked behind the corner, facing Kenpachi with a crooked smile and arms again folded over his chest. “Very nice show.” It sounded mockingly, but entirely wasn’t. “Why don’t you continue the song? I know in which part you stopped~”
And this was probably all the – invitation – needed ~
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