[ eleanor's been caught up in the scene, dancing along to whatever tunes have been played. they've ranged from amazing to downright terrible as overconfident pokemon with no ability make their best attempt. she can't judge, but the rhythm makes it impossible to dance, and that's just sad. the cacophany of acts leads to an overall mediocre noise to bounce between until she finds an act she likes.
until she sees the familiar cat diguise of her friend, playing a dirge on a violin as if she had done so before. she decides to stick around, for encouragement if nothing else, until she's finished. ]
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until she sees the familiar cat diguise of her friend, playing a dirge on a violin as if she had done so before. she decides to stick around, for encouragement if nothing else, until she's finished. ]
Are you trained?