w4 curfew: we're about to slip into a food coma in the spinning tea cups.

[halved]

memes? memes for the poor?

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[concoctive]

She might... we kinda live on top of each other, but when we can get privacy, we always try to respect it for each other's sakes.

But her dancin'... [ thinks... ] I dunno if there's a name for the style. She did it on a stage for a long, long while, though, and it's very light and graceful.

[ he's not nearly as light and graceful, but he did learn a few things - he does a twirl and goes into this pose, very funny on a big country bumpkin, especially since he can't go nearly as on his toes as primrose can - before doing a spin with a flourish.

hop hop hops at the end to keep his balance. fingergun and wink? ]

[killies]

... Yeah, I don't know what to call that kind of dancing either.

[concoctive]

My balance is nowhere near as good as hers...

[ thinking as he stands normally again, and then he kind of - tries to hum something like this? his thoughtshare tries to back it up. ]

[killies]

[ she just listens to the humming for as long as he goes. ]

Wish I could see it. I'm curious about dances from other worlds. There are already so many different kinds in mine, but I bet there are more and more out there.