//. @hanakarii​ // word prompt // accepting

     Ah. The shoe was on the other foot. Or, rather, the lute was in the other’s hand. Granted, Rham’ir couldn’t play the lute, but that wasn’t the point. Perhaps he should have been a tad more careful with his humming--he had only himself to blame for Sayuri’s seemingly keen sense of hearing to catch his tune, as embarrassingly subconscious (and no doubt hideous) as it was. So her catching him in the act, and following request to hear more, had him flushing feverishly with no small amount of humiliation.

     ❝ Oh by the Twelve, I’ve had no formal training you understand-- ❞ his attempts at getting out of the demonstration withered like flowers in a drought. He knew a piss-poor explanation as to why he couldn’t sing for her would go rebuffed, and he was quick to give up his attempt at escaping this request. After all, Sayuri had sung many a time and more for him. Why not try and pay her back with a song of his own? ...As pitifully untalented in the art as he was, which she would find out shortly.

     ❝ Alright, alright. If... if you insist, ❞ his ears flopped and flexed, flapping slightly behind his head before he cleared his throat.

                    ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝                     𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭                     𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬                     𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬                     𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞

                    𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲                     𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞                     𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞                     𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞