Um...! Yeah. Yes. I'm actually super self-conscious about them.
[His thick wrists, that is. Totally a point of shame, nothing else to it. But Sanji's words get him locked in and focused -- he straightens up immediately, putting a hand on Sanji's shoulder. His feet are still terribly clumsy, and Sanji'll probably get his foot stepped on with an earnest sorry, sorry- afterward, but there's progress being made.
(And maybe some part of him is worried Sanji will jab him with his cigarette in the face, if he doesn't try his best.)]
Okay -- I think I'm getting it. Just gotta remember the foot patterns, and you're good, right? [He's slouching a little again, sorry.] My aunt taught me a few moves, but I ended up missing the dance, so I kind of never bothered trying again--
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[His thick wrists, that is. Totally a point of shame, nothing else to it. But Sanji's words get him locked in and focused -- he straightens up immediately, putting a hand on Sanji's shoulder. His feet are still terribly clumsy, and Sanji'll probably get his foot stepped on with an earnest sorry, sorry- afterward, but there's progress being made.
(And maybe some part of him is worried Sanji will jab him with his cigarette in the face, if he doesn't try his best.)]
Okay -- I think I'm getting it. Just gotta remember the foot patterns, and you're good, right? [He's slouching a little again, sorry.] My aunt taught me a few moves, but I ended up missing the dance, so I kind of never bothered trying again--
Do you do this a lot?