[endless dance]

[solipsismmortal]

[this evening, an expansive dance floor has sprung up in the middle of Camp, a large disco ball hanging precariously above; music along these lines plays from some unseen source. you find yourself mysteriously compelled to dance, feet moving of their own accord, raggin' it with anyone else out here on the hop. when do you think you'll be able to

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[thedandymancan]

*Doesn't notice Claire! Just chuckles, enjoying the song and moving easily.*

[solipsismmortal]

[tapdancing his way over to George, moving backwards]

[thedandymancan]

*Has practice with this style of dance, so doing well! Distracted thinking about how camp did something pleasant for once and wondering if he'll be able to go fetch Yuki or Spit to join in :|a*

[solipsismmortal]

[spins right in front of him]

Lookin' sharp, Georgie!

[thedandymancan]

*WELL THERE GOES MY EVENING*

A-ah...

[solipsismmortal]

[oblivious]

What's shakin'?

[thedandymancan]

...nothing new. Yourself?

[solipsismmortal]

I'm celebratin'.

[thedandymancan]

Oh?

[solipsismmortal]

[smile smile]

What about you? You look pretty good.

[thedandymancan]

Ah, but of course. I'm always good afterall. Celebrating what, if I may ask?

[solipsismmortal]

Do ya really wanna know?

[thedandymancan]

Probably not.

[solipsismmortal]

Gotta work on that dishonesty, Georgie.

[grabs his arm and pulls him into a dance]

[thedandymancan]

Thank you, but I'm just fine as I am.

[solipsismmortal]

[clicks his tongue]

Ain't we been over this before? It's called 'constructive criticism'.