Originally Posted by Tegz

"Aw yeah?" Hehe. Her friends were kinda.... interesting. He found it kind of funny that they seemed so anti-Jimmy. Don't hate the playa ladies, hate the game. Oh the lulz. Honestly though, he wasn't particularly bothered. It was funny to him the reasons people made up, the things they'd cling to in order to not acknowledge the obvious.

You know, the obvious? His obvious awesomeness? Yeah that.

"And now we pretty much match." He pointed out. And best part was he hadn't had to throw on something lame like a lot of the matchy guys seemed to have managed to get themselves kitted out in. And his prop? It had been in his pocket to start with. He'd discovered it and come to the conclusion that his mother had been the reason for that little surprise. He didn't think it was her way of approving his costume either, more like her way of saying she missed him and to look after himself.

Of course she'd said exactly that in her latest owl too. Not the most subtle woman, Jordana Wilkes.

"Great." As in, great that she liked to dance and also, yes he was a great dancer. It sorta came with years of having to dance against his will, developing the ability anyway. The enjoyment came later.

He grabbed a cauldron cake off the table and bit into it. One for the road. Waggling his eyebrows he swallowed his mouthful. "Shall we, or do you want to sit and talk for a while first?" He'd prefer not talking. Apologising was okay. But talking... eh. Eh not so much. They'd done enough of that. Filled the quota.