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It wasn't exactly a big secret that 2D was musically talented. Although he didn't go around bragging to every other elysite that he was an amazing singer, it was hard not to notice just how much music was infused within the serval's life. Even the way he walked seemed to be along with a beat, granted that it was a rather awkward beat, which involved a lot of pausing and stumbling over his own paws. It also wasn't unusual for him to be found singing while doing ordinary tasks, even if he was only doing it to make menial tasks go faster, or to drown out the unfortunate ringing in his ears. He had gotten a few dirty looks from others in the past that weren't so appreciative of his musical interruptions, but he usually shrugged them off, just moving along without letting them effect him. He didn't exactly want to make others upset with him, especially considering his new position as a Decurion, but he also didn't want random angry people to stop him from doing something he loved. However, their disapproval did get the gears in his head spinning, and gradually an idea began to form over time in his mind. Murdoc would be quick to say that any idea the singer had would be dangerous considering his – somewhat – low intelligence, but 2D really thought he was on to something here.

As of late, things had been a little bit quiet around Elysium. Both as a result of a lack of people, and because of the recent attack by the Messenger. The group was still recovering, and most were just inside their homes, resting and recuperating. However, 2D thought that perhaps he could bring a little bit of joy into everyone's lives, and entertain them as well. His idea had taken a little bit of extra work on his part, since it meant that he had to search around Elysium's territory for what he was looking for. However, eventually, he found it – a keyboard. It was old, and a little bit more beaten up than he was used to, but it was a battery powered keyboard nonetheless. Sure enough, when the serval tentatively pressed a paw against one of the keys, the air lit up with noise, and that was enough to make him grin at the sense of familiarity that flooded through him. Driven by a new wave of eagerness, the serval had quickly pulled the keyboard along to the middle of the beach side town, his long tail excitedly lashing from side to side. Sitting down beside the keyboard, he took a deep breath before calling out, "Uh... would anybody like t'ear me play somefink? I'm pretty good on fe keyboard, 'n' I can sing. Fought it might brighten fings up a little 'round 'ere."