#( argenti: plays terrible out of tune recorder music )

[daybreakrising]

@inominati: "My heart sings with joy now that we're reunited, my silver partisan," Argenti proclaims, eyes shining with unadulterated delight. His hand comes up to rest above his heart. "It's been too long since our paths have crossed. Throughout my lone travels I found myself waiting out a sandstorm on Kyrillae-IX - three whole days I was holed up. Dreadful long hours with little to do other than listen to the storm rage; but I consoled myself by thinking of you and your noble deeds." He sighs wistfully. "It made me miss you so fiercely that I composed a melody on my little ocarina to give that feeling expression. --I fear it isn't pleasant to listen to, but it brightened my day despite your absence."

His life is never quiet - from the constant whirring and clanking of his patched-together ship, the metallic clink of his own body's movements, and the frequent accompaniment of gunfire, there is rarely a moment of silence - but it is cold. The burst of noise that heralds the Knight's presence may be nothing new to this lonesome Ranger, but the warmth that fills the space around him is still something entirely foreign to him. And he yearns for it when it is absent.

The declaration is met with a mere nod of the head, a tip of the hat. But there is a toothy grin already forming on Boothill's face as he takes in every word, as a single eye drinks in each vibrant shift of Argenti's expression. There is so much life within him, so much passion, that he cannot help but savour every moment he gets to share in it with him.

You and your noble deeds. He doesn't try to interject and correct him - already he has learned there is little point. Regardless of what he says, Argenti will find some small detail to latch onto that proves his words, some means of uplifting his actions to the heights that the Knight truly, honestly, holds them to. It is like arguing with a brick wall, albeit a handsome, if slightly dramatic, brick wall.

A brow raises at the mention of a melody, that single eye widening as Argenti does indeed produce a musical instrument he had not known he carried, and if his heart was capable of skipping a beat it might have at the idea that this man - this beautiful, noble, good man - thought he was worthy of a song.

His expression softens, warms. He is touched, honoured, and eager to hear this melody composed by hands that have only ever held him like a person rather than a weapon. Surely, he thinks, this Knight of Beauty can create only the most beautiful of sounds-

Well, he did warn you. The... execution of the song leaves much to be desired, the notes not quite hitting right, a few even going so far as to make him wince, but despite it all, he can appreciate the thought behind it, and he can somewhat understand the vision. And, as painful as it might have been to listen to, it doesn't diminish the meaning it holds for him.

"Well, Red, that's uh... quite the piece." An easy grin settles upon his face, his gaze still soft and warm as he steps up to the Knight. His hands catch Argenti's wrists, holds them in a grasp that is gentle, tender almost. "It warms this tin chest o' mine to think of you composin' something for me. An' it's beautiful."

His head cants to the side, a hint of amusement creeping into his expression. "Maybe you an' I can do a little music practice while you're here, eh? I'm sure I got that guitar around here somewhere..."