[At those words, Gogol swallows back anxiety, burying apprehension below the surface. He still didn’t know where he was going to go from this point, he didn’t know whether a future was really something he was expecting on having, outside of superficial “maybe”s and imaginary plans. He had someone that was relying on him being there now, someone he cared about enough to not want to hurt, and it’s almost too much to consider.
Still, none of that shows.]
Haha, isn’t it? There are so many types of dance out there for you to try!
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Still, none of that shows.]
Haha, isn’t it? There are so many types of dance out there for you to try!