[There's a long pause. Not an awkward pause, more a comfortable, contemplative pause. As if drawing a mental breath. Then, the singing begins. It never gets to full volume, but even sung softly, the energy behind each song is the same as Felix has ever heard them before. And Felix has heard nearly all of them before, with the exception of a few short, unfinished ones that she probably hadn't thought to show him yet, one that seems to be about a misunderstood fox and his antics, and one strangely melancholy melody about sneezing in a room full of dust.
When her mostly familiar repertoire is exhausted, she finally looks up from the pokemon to Felix.]
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When her mostly familiar repertoire is exhausted, she finally looks up from the pokemon to Felix.]