spacestitch:
Hearing that his drawing were still up on his wall made Stitch’s chest swell. Berlioz actually kept his monstrosity of drawings still up made a huge smile on his face. As well when he called them the ‘highlight’ of his wall. “Yeah I am. But I can multitask.” Stitch followed behind into the room. He was quick to make himself comfortable flopping onto the other’s bed. “Uh, I guess keyboard?” Stitch rolled over on the bed pointed at the electric piano. “I had fun doing it last time.”
‘‘Glad to hear it.’‘ Berlioz smiled at Stitch as he set up the sheet music on the piano, before settling in the chair by the piano and getting comfortable; raising an eyebrow at the other flopped on his bed. ‘‘Sure thing; I’m ready when you are.’‘ Berlioz raised his eyes to the drawings on the wall for a minute before he went and cracked his knuckles.’‘