Yep, they must’ve been some sort of favorite character where they came from. For being quite a big deal, Bendy could only believe they could’ve been the main lead, or even the whacky villain.
Something that would excuse the presence of a pencil in their eye, anyway.
“Teachin’ ya, huh?” he repeated, moving a hand on his chin as he thought a little about it “…ya seem to have determination, but d’ya have rhythm, buddy? I’m very curious to see what ya got, ‘n I couldn’t teach a lost cause.
Hope ya don’t take it as an insult, I don’t mean it that way! But trust me, after tryin’ to teach a wolf how to not trip on his own feet, I’m way less into teaching…”
A wolf? Eden had never seen a wolf, but if they tended to trip on their own feet, Eden was more agile- they’d never done that before. Rhythm, though, seemed to be the key word here, and that was a little more complicated.
Eden looked down at their body, shaking a few things experimentally. A lot of dances involved moving your feet, right? They knew a few other things, too: stay on your feet, catch this rhythm thing Bendy was talking about, and keep moving. If they recalled correctly, rhythm came from music, but they’d have to make their own, apparently. This was proving to be harder than they thought!
They hummed once, lifting a foot and putting it back down a little bit in front of where it was before. They did the same thing with their other foot and a differently toned hum. That didn’t feel like a dance. More like walking. Their eyebrows furrowed, and they stood stumped for a moment before thinking to try stepping backwards. They hummed again, a higher note, and moved their foot once again, swinging their arms a little. That was more like it! Eden looked back up at Bendy, beaming.
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