Yuto chuckled lightly as he listened to his next-door neighbor and their downstairs neighbor playing classical music together. The walls were paper thin, and Yuto could hear the violin almost as well as the flute. The music was so pretty, the perfect background noise to accompany his painting.
The eggplant-haired painter dipped his paintbrush into his red paint, dabbing it onto his canvas. He was painting a sunset for a commission. As a freelance artist, he tended to work from home, though occasionally he went out to paint landscapes from reference. He had noticed that his downstairs neighbor and the two musical neighbors also appeared to work from home, or at least they didn't seem to leave their apartments on regular schedules like most people with typical jobs did.
As the two musical neighbors finished a song, Yuto tilted his head. "Do you guys know Clair de Lune?" he called out.
"Oh! I know that one!" Next-Door said, sounding quite pleased at the request. "Do you know it?"
"Yeah, I know it," their downstairs neighbor replied. The two musicians began playing the song on their instruments, and Yuto smiled. Plenty of people would despise having neighbors that rickrolled them every single day, but Yuto didn't mind. He much preferred his musical neighbors over his upstairs neighbors. At least the musical neighbors kept their noise limited to the middle of the day, rather than all hours of the night.