[Eleanor is sitting in a corner near the piano, away from the windows...all that nothingness above her head gets to her sometimes. She had been planning on reading, so there's an old book she had found in her lap, but instead she's been sitting here just listening to him play for longer than she had realized.]
That's awfully catchy.
[She speaks up in the lull between moments, offering him a faint, perhaps slightly nervous smile. She had been told to make friends, so...]
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That's awfully catchy.
[She speaks up in the lull between moments, offering him a faint, perhaps slightly nervous smile. She had been told to make friends, so...]