[ This person - is depressingly poor at this game. Hibiki crosses her arms, digs her fingers into said arms to keep standing, but watches, dutifully. Guiding all to the brilliant light of PriPara is both her duty and, more importantly, her aesthetic. She has seen how much more radiantly that Paradise shines during spectacles in which all sorts of idols participate.
But she can't help it. She hates ineptitude.
And yet, she watches, barely even blinking. Even if the strain is hurting her head. Even if sweat dapples her porcelain brow. She will endure this trial. For PriPara! For a shining future! Such is the nobility of Shikyoin Hibiki.
...If Mordred thinks the dancing is distracting now, though, it's nothing compared to the sudden little skit (Making Drama) or the part where everyone's clothes suddenly light up neon (Cyalume Change). ]
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But she can't help it. She hates ineptitude.
And yet, she watches, barely even blinking. Even if the strain is hurting her head. Even if sweat dapples her porcelain brow. She will endure this trial. For PriPara! For a shining future! Such is the nobility of Shikyoin Hibiki.
...If Mordred thinks the dancing is distracting now, though, it's nothing compared to the sudden little skit (Making Drama) or the part where everyone's clothes suddenly light up neon (Cyalume Change). ]