[ He clears his throat. Looks ahead, like he's making sure there's enough space to throws his arms around and frolic freely, then considers just how much of an idiot he's willing to be in front of a total stranger.
Then he remembers: he's never cared before! So here we go.
The throat, she is cleared again. He tips his chin up, puffs up his chest, and leaps around the room. Does a quick step, twirls around himself, does a dance of his arms. Soon as he runs out of ideas on what ballet and samba entail, he stops.
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[ He clears his throat. Looks ahead, like he's making sure there's enough space to throws his arms around and frolic freely, then considers just how much of an idiot he's willing to be in front of a total stranger.
Then he remembers: he's never cared before! So here we go.
The throat, she is cleared again. He tips his chin up, puffs up his chest, and leaps around the room. Does a quick step, twirls around himself, does a dance of his arms. Soon as he runs out of ideas on what ballet and samba entail, he stops.
And opens his arms. ]
Ta-da.