[At first, Rich just shakes his head teasingly, flattered to be asked but not really seeing a point to it. But Rich certainly has a wild, impulsive side that flares up as an idea comes to mind.]
Well, fuck it. We'll make our own dance, okay? Me and you and whatever music you've got on your phone. Come on!
[He reaches out to unhook Michael's headphones from around his neck, beaming.]
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Well, fuck it. We'll make our own dance, okay? Me and you and whatever music you've got on your phone. Come on!
[He reaches out to unhook Michael's headphones from around his neck, beaming.]