[He should have expected it--the wide, carefree smile, the look of absolute glee and how Eichi falls into step easily. The other was excited about the weirdest things, and he was some sort of stage idol--of course he'd be familiar with this style of dance. Part of him had hoped he didn't, but the other part of him already knew.
He just knew.
When Eichi airs out that gleeful question, Reaper merely responds with an irritated sigh, continuing for another moment before he comes to a complete stop. Three minutes are up, Eichi. They sure do go fast don't they. His hands drop what they're occupied with, and they cross against his chest.]
Take a good look at me and then answer that question for yourself.
Even an idiot could figure out why I would hide a talent like that.
[Why would anyone think that a man who claims to be the embodiment of Death show off that he knows ballroom dance?]
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He just knew.
When Eichi airs out that gleeful question, Reaper merely responds with an irritated sigh, continuing for another moment before he comes to a complete stop. Three minutes are up, Eichi. They sure do go fast don't they. His hands drop what they're occupied with, and they cross against his chest.]
Take a good look at me and then answer that question for yourself.
Even an idiot could figure out why I would hide a talent like that.
[Why would anyone think that a man who claims to be the embodiment of Death show off that he knows ballroom dance?]