#((I wrote this with a very awkward and completely failed Fortnite dance in mind))

[illeoneardito]

"roy, my man!" she doesn't actually know him, but that isn't going to deter her from being overly friendly anyway. before really even approaching him, cynthia's already apparently fallen into a dance of her own. actually, dance might be a generous description. it's more that she's ominously flailing all her limbs at once as she hops over slowly but surely. the number of casualties is immeasurable as she slaps with reckless abandon. "come on; do it with me!"

“Eeh, what?”

The overly excited voice of the Golden Deer girl that he hasn’t yet properly met, but has heard about in passing, reaches his ears as it says his name, prompting a quick turn towards her.

He has no idea what she is doing. Or well, actually, he does, she’s dancing - but even for someone as inept in the art as himself, he can recognize that the style of her performance may be best described as... liberal. Carrying a healthy dose of fantasy well beyond him in its spirit.

And leaving a wave of chaos and destruction in its wake.

It takes his mind a moment to catch up and realize he is being invited - or, perhaps, challenged is the better word - to join her, and at first he wants to reject, use whatever excuse he can think of in the couple seconds he has left; but that might just add him to the list of the casualties of her valiant march.

So, as she reaches him, he flails his arms helplessly around him. His feet refuse to separate from the ground, but his knees do as their please; all in all, he produces a whole display that looks ridiculous to a degree he did not think he was capable of.

“Fffff... You owe me a stamp for this,” he says after a moment, before finally breaking and bursting into laughter. “Hahaha, just kidding. That was absolutely not something that had a right to earn one.”

“Um, nice to meet you, Cynthia. I guess this works for a first encounter.”