#muse interaction

Clay smiled, blushing as he played a few random strings on his guitar, having just finished quietly playing a song while him and Jack relaxed. He hadn't heard Jack sing before, but damn, were they good,

"Ya'll uh...ya'll got a real pretty voice there Jack," He complimented, "I'd like to hear it more, please?"

| Muse Interaction

The glow from the fairy lights that been strung up in the backyard of Jack’s home gave enough light to se with out harshing on the more romantic mood that Jack was going for….when he tried to plan this date out with his chameleon bot and all. Clay had suggested the fairy lights, because they were ‘less of a fire hazard’. Jack guessed that was a good call on the cowboy’s part though even with how gentle the wind was. It would make embers spark and fly off.

The back yard garden had a lot of time, and money poured into it mostly to show off like most things about the house. Though Jack felt Clay might like it, it was tranquil and private. Ponds and small streams with even a bridge to cross plenty of plants to add a naturally grow look of bamboo plants, trees and some bushes. It was spacious area letting them have a corner of it all to themselves almost like a mini back yard just for them.

It fitted the mood, course seemed Clay felt like it could still use more as he settled in the grass, and propped his guitar in his lap. Fringes strum over chords. And Jack swore his own heartstrings must be getting plucked as well. Though as Clay played and Jack rested in the grass, he felt like he knew the melody they were playing.

Then it suddenly hit him. He knew this song! Maybe he and Clay have some songs in common that they liked? Jack smiled to himself at the thought. Jack didn't want to interrupt Clay from playing, though, just to tell him this. But, he also wanted Clay to know he knew the song.

"And if I listen, there's a whispering sound." Jack jumped in once he felt he knew where in the song Clay had gotten to. "It's all a mystery, and my heart is cold. Longing for the warmth when someone holds you close."

Jack loved the way Clay's playing sounded, yeah, he's heard music a lot and even guitars, but never like Clay. Far as he was convinced, Clay's playing was angelic.

"Ya'll uh...ya'll got a real pretty voice there Jack,"

"Hmm?"

Jack turned to look at Clay, he was ready to compliment them but Clay beat him to it. "Oh uh..yeah?" it wasn't something Jack ever got complimented on before. Sure he sang when drunk at bars or clubs but that's different from being with a crowd of drunk idiots who can't carry a tune.

"I'd like to hear it more, please?"

"Would your muse act against their own moral for the sake of their closest friend?"

He hears you like kazoos. Have you gotten 

@darkspear-panther I dont know how it happend, but I imagine this is a conversation Kij and Kuzi would have:

Kuzi: so, let’s say tha suspect was hidin’ in tha next room

Kij’aza. dey can’t, is locked!

Kuzi: mebbeh under da table 

Kij’aza: no room dere

Kuzi: SO BEHIND THE FUCKING DOOR THEN!

Kij’aza:....

Kuzi: now where was I?

A clawed servo that made theirs look so much smaller in comparison, took the one offered to him once the transformation was complete, hesitant to link up with Jackjaw. “If you are certain I am not intruding on your grounds, then I am willing to stay.” Letting them lead Predaking followed, servo still interlocked with theirs.