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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group[/b][/u]

Now Lute wasn’t too keen on reliving old habits, but who wouldn’t be tempted at all these rows of stuffed toys? His willpower wasn’t strong enough to make him walk away from this! For a few blissful seconds Lute imagined himself walking out of the room with his jacket bursting from the seams with suspicious outlines etched against the cloth. No, no, bad! Not to mention the repercussions the Pride would get if he went through with the act. Tsk tsk.

The virtuoso was brought back to reality when someone snatched the bunny from his hands and Lute looked down at Trixie, momentarily stunned to see that she underwent a complete costume change in the short span of time he imagined his great toy heist. “Er, hello there, Pixie! Oh wow, Fuwafuwa too!” He smiled at her enthusiasm but his grin noticeably got wider when the girl mentioned the plushies in what was almost a conspiratorial whisper. 

[i]"Dun da-da-daaaah!"[/i]

She launched around the room and Lute clapped his hands in amazement. They could totally launch a fairy-themed play starring Trixie, but everybody- superhero, damsel/dude-in-distress, villain or pixie- is in sore need of a certain thingamajig before they’re fit to walk onstage!

Background music!

With that said, the virtuoso hummed and a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oLmRkBI-Zc]simple and upbeat[/url] tune played within the room, the sound following the prankster as she ran around. “Does it fit? I’m not so great with themes,” Lute called out after her, ready to change the song if she so much as thought that it wasn’t fantastical.
Keeva asked them to return the objects they chose in their rightful places once they were done, but Lute didn’t seem to notice. He only responded when she asked about the plays. “Sadly, no. Can’t afford the ones back home,” The virtuoso answered with a smile as the music wavered before gently decreasing in volume and complexity until it was just a simple drumbeat. “What are the best ones you’ve done here, miss Keeva?” Lute steered towards that topic instead in hopes that their guide might mention one he could at least recognize.