Ndale tilted his head to the side, watching as she turned her back. He waited a moment, making sure she wouldn't turn. It seemed she was genuine, and he let out a low chuckled.

"Very well, but remember, no peeking until I say." Amusement laced his voice and he shook his head, hopping down from the piano bench. A serious of pops and cracks sounded as bones twisted and clicked into their new rearrangement, skin rippled in goosebumps as fur receded and the damp air of the room brushed against him. Picking up the drape on the floor that had once covered the piano, Ndale wrapped it around his rather human lower half, just in case. Pushing back his hair from his face with a lazy hand, he glanced over at the girl's back. He sighed before sitting at the piano. Why was he doing this again?

Not really knowing, he set his fingers over the keys. His left hand stared out slow, his right keeping a faster pace, before both melded into something a bit smoother. The tune of Mr. Brightside by The Killers flowed from the instrument, and while there was a rough patch, it was a long time favorite of his to play. His shoulders swayed to the music as his fingers danced over the keys and his arms crossed to reach the notes, always going back to the standard position. He was no professional, piano was just something he had taken to strongly about four years ago, that and drums. This is why he only knew certain songs well, while he couldn't play others at all. One such as this, though, he had by memory.

The song was fairly long, almost four minutes. And as the last note rang out, his hands slid from the keyboard. Looking over his shoulder, he kept the girl in his peripheral vision but said nothing, assuming she was going to give some sort of opinion whether he asked for it or not.

(( song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXTPS4wwKDo&feature=related ))

The pops and cracks Sandria heard must have been Ndale shifting back into a human form. It sounded uncomfortable but she was somewhat used to the sound because some of the Wyrms in the clutch she stayed with could shift. Then came the playing.

Illisandria was amazed at the quality of Ndale's playing. Granted, there was that one spot in the middle, but the rest of it...amazing. It was "Mr. Brightside" by the Killers, a song she knew and liked. And the best part was, even though it was on the piano, she still wanted to burst into song and join in at the chorus. Yet she was reverently quiet and allowed Ndale to finish.

"That was amazing...," she breathed, "It-it's been so long since I've heard anything other than the songs of nature that I'd almost forgotten how amazing a piano could sound. And you - you did so well. I really liked it." she paused and realized what she just said and then blushed, "Thank you for playing for me Ndale."

A low airy chuckle was the first response Illisandria received. The young man rose and silently padded over to stand behind the girl.

"Why, thank you." Ndale's smug breath ghosted across the back of her neck. He leaned forward to loom his mouth nearer to her left ear and lowered his voice. "I'm glad you liked it. I don't often play for an audience. Though, it was the least I could do to return the favor after you played so beautifully as well." The feline smirked. He knew perfectly well that there was a high probability that he was making the girl feel creeped out, he wondered if she would forget her promise to not turn around. Really, the man wasn't that close bodily, he was just leaning in. However, he knew what her not being able to see him, and yet feel his breath, could do. It was almost always highly amusing. Unless he got hit, then it wasn't so amusing.

Illisandria could feel Ndale's breath on the back of her neck and she shivered slightly. She knew that he was toying with her, it was a predator thing...or maybe just an Ndale thing...but she still was starting to freak out. She could feel his presence behind her, his body heat and his tail brushing across the back of her legs, and it was making her tense. I said I wouldn't look so I won't but if he doesn't move..., she paused as she tried to think of what she would do to Ndale but became flustered as he moved in closer. Illisandria stiffened as his warm breath ghosted across her neck again and he complimented her playing. She clutched her flute and took a deep breath.

"Um...Ndale...," with no response she continued, "Could you...please..." she couldn't finish, his breath and his body so close to hers short circuited her fangirl senses. She had seen Ndale with the elf (Aesis was his name?) and she knew that he was off limits but still. He was so close and she hadn't been around humanoids for so long...NO! Bad Sandria! Don't! You just need---! then the thought crossed her mind, I don't have a date to the ball...

"Um...Ndale...would you...like to go to the ball with me?..."

Ndale hummed lightly, sounding more like a purr as the girl stuttered and ended with please. He wondered what she would want from him, immensely amused. This girl was so easy to rile. His purr rumbled into a chuckle when she asked him to the dance.

"The ball?" The feline hummed again as if in thought. "I will be attending with an interest of mine who regretfully seems to hate me, I will gladly save you a dance should you attend though." Smirking, Ndale lifted a hand to brush his finger tips to push a strand of hair off the nape of her neck. "Of course, this depends on what you wanted of me. Someone to call a date for the ball, or just a chance to get close to me again. If it's the latter, you'll have to seek me out a different time But don't fall in love with me now." His tone was teasing and saturated with amusement.

Leaning down, Ndale ghosted a kiss over the protruding vertebra at the base of Sandria's neck before stepping back completely and away from the girl.

Amunet wandered into the storage room completly lost, her little kitten legs just barley gave out on her as she climbed into an empty guitar case that had been left open and abondoned in the corner of the room. She turned in circles a few times before settling in and quickly feel asleep nestled into the soft velvty fabric hardly noticing the two other people in the room.

Illisandria shivered and looked down, "Of course. I'll try my best to make it to the dance. If I don't it's probably because I had more...pressing matters. I'll try to see you then?"

She sat down on the floor and put her flute to her lips and played a few more notes, trying to clear her mind of the teasing tone that Ndale had taken up. Then she fell into the rhythm of cleaning her instrument. "And, for your information, I was searching for someone to take me to the dance. Thank you for the sentiment though."

"But of course." Ndale purred out, cordially agreeing with the girl's thoughts on both the dance and just wanting an informal date and nothing more. Though, of course, the tone implied that he was being both smugly sarcastic and downright cocky.

Ndale dropped the sheet that he had been using a makeshift cover, and a serious of pops and cracks alerted all parties that the boy was reverting back to his four-legged state. Once situated, the feline sat to lift a hind paw to scratch at his ear a moment, causing the leather collar with his name plate to jingle merrily.

"Very well, Illisandria, I have humored your interest in my music, and as promised you did not look until I have said it is okay, which is what I am doing now: you may look, and I thank you for your consideration to my wishes." Casually, Ndale yawned, having had his fun, and looked around. He barely noted the kitten, but since she was sleeping, decided to do nothing about it. He winced at the blood on the floor and the prints he left. He sighed, perhaps he would just leave them. No one really came in here anyway. Besides, it would be funny for others to enter and think something amiss even when there wasn't. Returning his gaze to the girl sitting in the room, he flicked his tail idly. "Now what?"

Amunet awoke to the sound of voices she looked around and saw a big cat sitting there talking to a girl, she yawned and streched then walked over and sat down infront of the big cat, "Amunet thinks you is a big kitty!!! A big fluffly spotted kitty!"

Sandria blinked as she heard another vice. "Kitty? Wha---?" She turned to see another cat, this one a small kitten, next to Ndale. "Oh...hi there!"

Ndale's ears turned forward in interest as he glanced down to the little cat. He raised an eyebrow and his tail flipped in slight annoyance.

"I'm a cheetah." He huffed airily through his nose, his tone implied a 'duh...' at the end. Ndale stared down at the kitten a moment before he shook his head and rose, gracefully he turned and casually strolled out of the door that Illisandria had left open upon her entrance in to the room. His tail swayed after him languidly, waving a rudely posh farewell.

(( Dx sorry, I'm taking him out of this thread because he's going to be going in to some others and I can't handle too many. ))

((no, it's cool...I understand))

Sandria put the last of her flute in it's case and smiled down at Amunet, "Sorry 'bout him. He's...interesting to say the least. So what are you doing here?"