>”Well, what’d you think?”
>”Did you like it?” Zoroark asked as you stood by the church doors.
>Zoroark “wore” her Sunday best, and insisted you dress appropriately as well.
“Well, I definitely didn’t expect to do this today…” You trailed off, pausing a moment to button your coat.
>Zoroark did as well. A real one you gifted her.
>The bizarreness of putting a real coat on top of her illusion seemed risky, but she was the expert.
>If anything gave away her true, beastly nature, you didn’t spot it.
>Exiting churchgoers let the cold in, which swirled about the both of you and settled at your feet.
>The contrast from the warm, welcoming church to the outdoors was hard to ignore.
>The cold was mild and absent any sting from the wind, at least.
>”I don’t think that was an answer.” Zoroark teased, holding the door open for you.
>Her sharp-toothed grin told you she wouldn’t let you change the subject either.
”Uh…” You stalled a moment to think as snow crunched beneath your feet.
>Evening set in quick. It was far darker than when you entered church an hour prior.
>You and Zoroark maneuvered around mingling folks until you walked side-by-side on the sidewalk.
>To your surprise, Zoroark wanted to attend the nearby church’s children service.
”They must have practiced a lot.” You commented.
>Zoroark nodded.
>”They always do.”
>”Not just for their verses or songs, either.” She added.
>”They had to learn when to stand, sit, turn around…”
>”Volume.” Zoroark also added. “Lots of control there.”
“Yeah, yeah…” You agreed.
>The kids did a decent job narrating and singing.
>You and your pokémon paused to look at the blinking lights of a well-decorated house.
“So, why’d you want to visit church?”
“That one, in particular.”
>Zoroark shifted from paw to paw as she happily explained.
>”Tradition!”
>”Mama and Papa always took us there.”
>”For the Christmas songs.”
>”Pokémon didn’t really get to hear live music.”
>”Hiding in a den all winter gets…”
>You nodded when she looked at you.
