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though she’d been honing her artistic skills for many years, eleanor is never one to stagnate when it comes to broadening her ambitions, especially now that her interests are spilling into the musical side of things. it’s inevitable anyway, since she surrounds herself with people who has done more than influence her; sacha being the most.
speaking of the devil, eleanor received a message from the boy minutes before she found herself standing in front of the music department’s practice room, as he had instructed. she recalls asking him to spare some time for her, to teach her how to play the piano better than her slow rendition of twinkle twinkle little star, but what she didn’t expect was for him to arrange it this quickly.
as quietly as she possibly could, eleanor pushes the door open, peeking her head in to check if she got the right room despite having read the sign right above the door multiple times- she can never be too sure, after all. “sacha?” she checks behind the door almost instinctively, sighing in relief when nothing jumps out at her. it didn’t take her any longer than a second to spot him, fully entering the room, a newfound skip on her steps as she makes her way towards his figure. she purposely bumps against him, looking up at him with child-like smile. “am i late? have you already taken attendance?”
