he scoffed, one fingertip swiping around the rim of the glass as his hand hung in the air above it. it’d crush the cut below it if he truly dropped the limb, but his touch remained delicate.
“i meant a figurative dance. you ran a circus for god’s sake, fool. you should be able to do a single +
@buggythestarclown.bsky.socialHe could be offended about this, he SHOULD be offended about this.
He huffed. He rolled his eyes, and then with a heavy sigh looked back at you with a smile.
"Darilng- I could do sooo many things but dancing unless it's a... specific type, is a no go. And besides, you don't have what I need here."