"I'm sorry, Picaso, I forgot about those particular masterpieces."
She hops up and closes her eyes, listening to the wind and the sea, then begins to dance. It's not ballet, exactly, but it's graceful and quiet. Her movements are slow, and she dances to the sound of her world. It's something she's done in Milliways, during the full moon out by the lake, but it was wild and broken dance then.
Now, she just twirls and bows, then looks at him from under her hair.
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"I'm sorry, Picaso, I forgot about those particular masterpieces."
She hops up and closes her eyes, listening to the wind and the sea, then begins to dance. It's not ballet, exactly, but it's graceful and quiet. Her movements are slow, and she dances to the sound of her world. It's something she's done in Milliways, during the full moon out by the lake, but it was wild and broken dance then.
Now, she just twirls and bows, then looks at him from under her hair.
"Creativity," she murmurs with a grin.