['Slow feet, Quick feet. Trick feet, Sick feet. Up feet, Down feet. Here come clown feet.'
It's still really good she doesn't have much of a heel on these, but she can't help that pouty feeling of why can't she have that satisfying click? it'd make a nice beat to Dr. Seuss's The Foot Book. It might center her, or something, like a metronome. Right now she's left to flounder like an idiot, a stutter where rhythm could have been. It breaks even further at the question. Hoo boy, yeah, definitely blushing.]
...Mm. [Ryder gives a sharp nod despite the fact that doing so makes her want to disappear.] ...A c-con -- conver -- sssation hostage. And -- I dunno. Um. Not only practice, I-I -- guess. ...Wanted.
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Trick feet, Sick feet.
Up feet, Down feet.
Here come clown feet.'
It's still really good she doesn't have much of a heel on these, but she can't help that pouty feeling of why can't she have that satisfying click? it'd make a nice beat to Dr. Seuss's The Foot Book. It might center her, or something, like a metronome. Right now she's left to flounder like an idiot, a stutter where rhythm could have been. It breaks even further at the question. Hoo boy, yeah, definitely blushing.]
...Mm. [Ryder gives a sharp nod despite the fact that doing so makes her want to disappear.] ...A c-con -- conver -- sssation hostage. And -- I dunno. Um. Not only practice, I-I -- guess. ...Wanted.