Firefly Glen ❁ I've rejected affection,

She seemed nice, this young woman. Juggernaut watched her sway musically, like a daffodil, with something of a bemused expression. This slowly seemed to morph into befuddlement as she ducked low and began to…

Dance?

He assumed that’s what she was doing anyway. He was slow to follow the rhythm, trying to copy her footwork, but with his beefy frame it wasn’t easy. He rather looked like a beef cow trying to do jazz tap than anything graceful like Centri. Which just increased a slowly bubbling befuddled amusement in his chest, a warm, fizzy feeling. Like soda.