[The shimmy has the dual effect of making him stand up extremely straight, some warning so deeply ingrained in him by nuns that even memory loss can't push it away ringing in the back of his mind with a hiss, be good — and also pull her closer, his grip only a little tighter but more clingy, somehow. And a little sulky.]
No fair.
[Except he doesn't want her to stop being no fair. He likes it. Can't help but sway behind her, a too-slow rhythm that doesn't match the music. He wants to kiss her shoulder, her ear, the crown of her head.]
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[The shimmy has the dual effect of making him stand up extremely straight, some warning so deeply ingrained in him by nuns that even memory loss can't push it away ringing in the back of his mind with a hiss, be good — and also pull her closer, his grip only a little tighter but more clingy, somehow. And a little sulky.]
No fair.
[Except he doesn't want her to stop being no fair. He likes it. Can't help but sway behind her, a too-slow rhythm that doesn't match the music. He wants to kiss her shoulder, her ear, the crown of her head.]
[There was a question.]
Um, cake. [No, that's not correct enough.] Fluffy cake. [............. jesus]