Piano's... Pftt. Amusement for the Boring.

[alaryalexiajones]

A petite nose wrinkled in frustration as he poked a key on a piano, quite displeased with the high-pitched 'ding' that met his ears. Was it broken? Wasn't a piano supposed to play beautiful music and not disgusting little 'ding's? Moving over a bit on the bench, he pressed down on another key, giggling in excitement at the baritone sound that emitted from the grand insturment.

Of course, he had no clue how to play, but it was always so much fun to experiment with it, see what kind of people he attracted to the room. And it was just amusing to play around and see what kind of "music" he could make.

Today, the young male was dressed quite elegantly. A thin dress glided over his body, sweeping the floor gracefully. It was made of the finest black silk he could buy, and snugly fit his body, accentuating the feminine curves he had been blessed with. Now do you understand why people were constantly mistaking him for a female?

His hair was left alone, powder applied to soften his skin and a blood red lip liner applied to color his lips. Alary felt oh-so pretty today.

Another sour note met the man's ear, and he cringed. "Pianos.. Hmph. Who needs them? They're dumb." He whined, glaring down at the inanimate object as if it should just drop dead.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas sang softly to himself as he cleaned around he ballroom. He was aching, his back felt like it was tearing apart form being bent over scrubbing for so long and he could have sworn the water that kept splashing from the bucket and onto the bottoms of his pants had something against him. It wasn't the usual chore for the Lord of a castle but he wasn't a usual Lord and he enjoyed the rush a person could get after cleaning. Call him old fashioned but a home was a place of love and he intended to share the love; even with bitchy floors he wished he could murder. Ya, now he was getting agitated.

"Bloody hell!" He cried out, anger clouding his vision as he broke yet another scrub brush. Shaking his head with a tired sigh he wiped his hands on his pants before getting to his feet. He recalled the maids currently having to place some of the cleaning tools into the Piano room because the equipment room was currently being cleaned.

With a resigned sigh he set out for the Piano room, his bones practically creaking from the pain of his stiffness. Whistling a sad song, he walked into the Piano room yet came to a dead halt at the sight before him. His lip quivered and he had to bite it. Amused mirth clouded his eyes as he watched the young ... Man? Yes, there was a unique, if barely sensable male aura about the other...man. As he watched him glare and curse the Piano for not being able to play it.

"Some sheet music might help if you were interested in playing a little something. It's," HIs eyes dusted over as he read into his memory and who he had invited. Something flashed and his eyes were normal once more. "It's Alary, right?"

[alaryalexiajones]

Alary spun around so fast he stumbled over himself, nearly falling to the ground. He giggled, catching his balance quickly before flashing a lop-sided smile to the man that had entered the room. He hadn't quite stopped the room from swimming, so the other was still quite blurry to the blue eyed boys sight.

Smoothing out his dress as everything came to a stop, the boy looked up at the other, basically ignoring everything spoken to him. He was too taken with the others appearance. He was so... handsome! It was cute! Though, as his name was spoken, he nodded. "Yep! Alary Alexia Jones, soon to be the Duke of Vondain." He paused, staring at the other for a moment, "And you're... oh my! You're the Lord Cashel, aren't you?!" He giggled, rushing over to greet the other gleefully.

Arms flung around the other, pulling him into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you invited me!" He giggled lightly before pulling away, fidgiting with the sides of his dress.

"Oh, and, I don't play the piano. I just kind of poke around..."