Ichono grinned even wider, taking her hand again before he moved to take her upstairs. "All my stuff is in my room, so we're heading up there~! I even have a couple instruments we could mess around with!" he said joyously, his eyes, just a few shades lighter than his twins, lit up with pure joy. "Oh~! You can call me Icho if you like~!" he said, grinning from ear to ear as they stopped in front of his bedroom. "I warn you, though. I have quite a bit of stuff~"

Ichiban laughed softly as the other two went up the stairs, the taller of the two male twins smiling gently at the compliments. "Thank you. I have more in my room and works in progress in my studio if you'd like to see those as well," he said, moving towards the stairs. "If you do, then just follow me to my room, and then I'll show you my little studio," he told him as he gave him a warm smile. "Don't worry about the mess in my room , though... It is mostly the amount of paintings and such that I have stored in there. I have to find a new place to keep them before long." 

Again as Ichono took her hand, Nai felt a little shiver of warmth jolt through her whole body. She blushed a shade deeper, looking up at the boy from under her thick black lashes. "That sounds great. And don't worry about it, my room is a wreck. Icho." She added that last part just to test how it sounded on her lips. Nai decided that she liked it, and the smile that had turned shaky found new strength.

"Tch. It doesn't matter if your room is a hurricane zone; if it means seeing more of your work, I'll just have to risk it." Chunji chuckled, nibbling a little on his lip before looking back into Ichi's eyes. A tingle ran down his spine, and he had to supress the shiver that had wanted to follow. No need for that, really. "Lead the way."

Ichono grinned and led her to his room, pausing in front of the door to open it up and poke his head inside. Determining that it was safe to venture inside, he took Nai's hand to gently lead her inside his room, smiling when they got in there. "My room is a mess of pencils, papers, notebooks and instruments...so I apologize if you end up stepping on anything," he said befpre he rummaged around to find where he kept all of his favorite song-filled notebooks. He brought them out and sat on his floor, spreading them out in front of him in one of the few clean areas of his room. "These are my favorites..."

Ichiban smiled warmly and nodded, leading the other male to his own room and pushing the door open. He stepped in to a rather clean-looking room, minus the massive amounts of canvas, He smiled gently, motioning for the other male to come right in. "You can look around if you'd like," he told him, moving to sit on his bed.

She followed him to the floor, picking up what appeared to be a little lap harp as she went along. Sitting across from him, she picked up the nearest notebook an began to look through it. One song stuck out to her, the lyrics sad and thoughtful. Settling into place she plucked at the harp for a moment before finding a hauntingly beautiful melody, soft and eerily sweet. She began to hum, matching the sound from the harp. Her voice stayed steady and even, floating over the lyrics like a midnight breeze, oblivious to all else.

Chunji nodded to Ichi as he stepped into the room, movements slow and measured. He looked all around, his eyes widening to take in everything. He mumbled in Korean for a moment, struck so by the art that only his native tongue could grasp his emotion properly. His eyes fell on Ichi, the appreciation bright in his eyes. Suddenly realizing he'd slipped into Korean he blushed, grinning awkwardly. "I apologize. If I compliment you, I should do so in a language you understand. These are all so beautiful. I envy and admire your skill."

Ichono recognized the lyrics immediately, following her tune for a bit before he began to sing along with her. He went to grab his guitar, sitting beside her and playing along as well, using a lower toned guitar to accompany the high-pitched harp. He smiled as he looked over at Nai.

Ichiban chuckled. "It's alright, I do it sometimes too," he said, then took the other's hand to lead him to the room where he had all of his canvases, smiling and he hummed softly. This was an excellent opportunity to get some feedback on his favorite works.

Evenually she ran out of words to sing, though ending the song killed Nai a little. Her voice drifted into silence, and only then did she realize how close she and Icho had become during the song. A blush appeared, as bright and rosy as ever, and she bit her lip. "That was very beautiful. You are very good at writing these songs. I am actually a bit jealous."

Dumbstruck. Again. Chunji released Ichi's hand, wandering around between the canvas pieces with wide eyes and a slack jaw. "Incredible." The word was soft, barely a whisper. One of the pieces stood ot above the rest. It was a scene of cherry blossoms at sunset, and the colors, lovingly layered, were unbelievable. How the cherry blossoms were slightly tinted by the oranges, pinks, purples, and yellows that were streaked across the sky. It looked at though it were snowing a rainbow, somehow bright, brilliant, and subdued, all at once. "Ichiban, this is beautiful. Really."