[Well, now this dance is in peril of turning into ring around the riceball, is this really what they've come to. Cid, for one, plans on finishing his snack -- but he also doesn't bother to dig his heels in or anything, because dealing with their overexuberant leader for a while is preferable to dealing with Noble #27 or Wizard #15 (he should know the names of his fellow manor dwellers by now, but it's a toss-up).
So Tatara, Cid and the hapless riceball all roll onto the dance floor at once. Somebody's really expensive shoes are going to get covered in rice grains, but that's on them for being pretentious and wearing dark colors.]
I'll have you know I only know how to do the boring existing dances. I'm not really much of a dancer. You could say I'm just here for the food.
[And the intel, sort of? Kind of? And the glitz, even if it's a pity he can't get a closer look at all this nice jewelry and accessories... at any rate.]
If you want improvised dance, you'd better prepare your toes.
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So Tatara, Cid and the hapless riceball all roll onto the dance floor at once. Somebody's really expensive shoes are going to get covered in rice grains, but that's on them for being pretentious and wearing dark colors.]
I'll have you know I only know how to do the boring existing dances. I'm not really much of a dancer. You could say I'm just here for the food.
[And the intel, sort of? Kind of? And the glitz, even if it's a pity he can't get a closer look at all this nice jewelry and accessories... at any rate.]
If you want improvised dance, you'd better prepare your toes.
[Said entirely seriously.]