2nd Song

[when_is_sunday]

::lying on the floor on his stomach in B3, Pepinot scribbled careful drawings on scraps of paper, clutching a brown crayon. His eyes were narrowed in concentration as he drew, kicking his feet slowly back and forth

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[thiscatcandance]

::Sawyer had been walking back to her room when she heard singing. She peeked in the door and tilted her head a bit. A child?::

[when_is_sunday]

::humming softly, picking up a blue crayon to scribble in the sky::

Est-il une beauté aussi belle que le rêve,
Est-il de vérité plus douce que l'espérance...

::suddenly looks up, and stops singing, eyes wide::

[thiscatcandance]

::Sawyer tilted her head a bit, then gave an awkward smile.::

H-Hi there...

[when_is_sunday]

...H'lo.

...You're...a talking cat?