You got weird, thick wrists, eh? [ why's it so hard under his hand? is that all bone or something? he does adjust his fingers a bit, going a little more towards the hand without going too far as to actually hold it, because he'd just rather not.
truthfully, sanji is actually a pretty good dancer, if only because he's practiced for this kind of thing before. after all, what better way to romance a woman than to engage in a romantic spin on the dance floor? a gentleman always has to come prepared!
unfortunately, sanji's not too enthused about using his techniques under the current predicament. ]
Right. I'm Sanji. [ he sighs (which is more exhaling the cigarette still between his lips), looking the guy over again, studiously. ] Your back's too slouched, Peter. Straighten up. Put your hand on my shoulder but don't get too close. Follow my feet.
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truthfully, sanji is actually a pretty good dancer, if only because he's practiced for this kind of thing before. after all, what better way to romance a woman than to engage in a romantic spin on the dance floor? a gentleman always has to come prepared!
unfortunately, sanji's not too enthused about using his techniques under the current predicament. ]
Right. I'm Sanji. [ he sighs (which is more exhaling the cigarette still between his lips), looking the guy over again, studiously. ] Your back's too slouched, Peter. Straighten up. Put your hand on my shoulder but don't get too close. Follow my feet.