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“ d ‘ awww don ‘ t doubt yerself lil ‘ fella ! My crew — they dun ‘ taught me all I knowses ! “
They give the other a / hearty / Pat on the back .
“ Oh yea’ , they ‘ re freakin ‘ radical , you know what ‘m sayin ‘ ? All intimidatin ‘ and junk , I ‘ ve got all sort’sa cool tings drawn on me ! “
He pulled his shirt back down . Practically vibrating with excitement .
“ eh — you should join me and the gang ! —
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So nonchalant! Yancy nodded enthusiastically , planting his hands on his hips .
“ oh yeah? … Oh, yeah! Them snakes, im’s a big fan, see?”
He patted around on his body as if he was looking for his keys , then , with a a dramatic turn of his heel ,—
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“Ha, HA! YES!”
Definition of matching his energy. He flips out of their grasp and lands on his feet, before doing a dramatic bow.
“Youse’s good at dat, yessir! An’ I like your lizard-thangs!”
You ever notice how awkward it feels to dance without music?
He seems to do it like it’s his job. Which- it’s the closest he’s ever had to a real job, besides the odd-jobs around the prison hard, anyway.
And then we see why he needs the practice; he trips on his foot
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Hearing the claps only seems to encourage him. He breaks into a freestyle, which ends in him spinning towards the other dramatically. LOOK OUT!
He shoots her a 100-dollar smile, "Heh," And runs his hand through his slicked-back hair.
"For reals? Youse's too much, /really/, too nice,"
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"Oh, really? Well, whaddareya doin' here? In prison? Wit us?"
He gives him a solid up and down look, and then... a tilt of his head, like a confused puppy.
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"Oh," His hand goes to shake the others, then flinches away, instead scratching the back of hsi neck, "You one'a dose rich boys, eh?"
A nervous smile stretches across his face, "uh, yanno, dis place aint too king to silver-spoon feeders like yourself. Ya seem nice an all, but..."
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“D’oh, man— who are you, fella? Wass your damage, huh?”
Still blushing a bit. He rubs his face.
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