Mmm. Perhaps we ought to spare your noodle arms and make our way there with your dancing feet, instead.
[Given that, with the way they're standing together, they're frankly just one balloon's-width of Room For Jesus™ away from being the cutest couple at the middle school dance, as it is.
She makes the first move, though, swaying them a little more emphatically in the direction of their room, fully certain he'll follow along. Funny, isn't it, how it feels so natural to lead half the time, when once she would've believed that following prettily was all she would ever be capable of doing.]
I really don't mind it, you know, that you don't carry me like Silver does. I don't want you to be him any more than I'd have him trying to be you. I like you for you...noodle arms and all.
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[Given that, with the way they're standing together, they're frankly just one balloon's-width of Room For Jesus™ away from being the cutest couple at the middle school dance, as it is.
She makes the first move, though, swaying them a little more emphatically in the direction of their room, fully certain he'll follow along. Funny, isn't it, how it feels so natural to lead half the time, when once she would've believed that following prettily was all she would ever be capable of doing.]
I really don't mind it, you know, that you don't carry me like Silver does. I don't want you to be him any more than I'd have him trying to be you. I like you for you...noodle arms and all.