In another life, maybe he might have learned, even perhaps enjoyed it, but that's hardly relevant. As it stands, growing up as (a failure of) a child assassin, he never had the time or reason to learn, first of all. And after that was over, even if the reason had presented itself (which it hadn't), you think he had the motivation? What motivation he has these days is the product of getting close to a decade of people blackmailing him into friendship and Pokemon electrocuting him into not downward spiraling. Learning to dance is so low on his priority list it doesn't even register.
So Ryner doesn't dance. But he knows someone who does, who practically breathes for it. And so he steps outside for a moment, where his Noctowl is waiting.]
Gail, go get Elfy for me, okay? And tell him to bring his sign with him.
[With a hoot of acknowledgement, the Noctowl swoops off into the night.]
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...Ryner doesn't dance.
In another life, maybe he might have learned, even perhaps enjoyed it, but that's hardly relevant. As it stands, growing up as (a failure of) a child assassin, he never had the time or reason to learn, first of all. And after that was over, even if the reason had presented itself (which it hadn't), you think he had the motivation? What motivation he has these days is the product of getting close to a decade of people blackmailing him into friendship and Pokemon electrocuting him into not downward spiraling. Learning to dance is so low on his priority list it doesn't even register.
So Ryner doesn't dance. But he knows someone who does, who practically breathes for it. And so he steps outside for a moment, where his Noctowl is waiting.]
Gail, go get Elfy for me, okay? And tell him to bring his sign with him.
[With a hoot of acknowledgement, the Noctowl swoops off into the night.]