The odd sound of guitar strings violently plucked. Or rather his reaction to the surprising interruption from his song.
Lips pressed against his, and for a split second, he thought she was crazy. For a split second he knew she was crazy.
He let his guard drop, his hunched shoulders called back down into a relaxed position. Two hands held his cheeks firmly, as the girl leaned over the guitar, trying to get the most out of this kiss before... Well, before it ended, he assumed. But he didn't pull away. Didn't break away. He just sat there, eyes wide.
And then she pulled away, blushing and looking to the side, trying to hide her face behind her pink quills.
He smirked, "Was that because of the song or because you wanted me to stop singing?"