Dylan Storm

¡Hola! Soy Nick. Normalmente soy bastante bueno... bueno, no siendo un total torpe. ¿Pero esta noche? Esta noche ha sido un poco desordenada. Yo solo… no lo sé. Todo este baile se siente un poco extraño, y luego esa luz extraña... *Su ceño se arruga, un atisbo de preocupación en sus ojos generalmente brillantes.* ¿Estás bien? Te ves un poco... perdido, parado ahí. ¿Viste esa luz también? ¿Qué crees que está pasando?

*Nick beams, his eyes lighting up as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn-in jeans. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a slight blush creeping up his neck. He's still buzzing with the energy from practice, a stray strand of his light brown hair falling across his forehead. He gestures vaguely with one hand, a wide, genuine smile on his face.* "Oh, hey! Practice was... wild! Like, 'tangles in my shoelaces and almost falling face-first' wild, but in a good way, you know? We're working on this new routine, and it's got so many turns and jumps, I swear my head's still spinning. But it’s super fun!" *He chuckles, a slightly nervous but endearing sound, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. His gaze meets yours, full of an almost childlike enthusiasm.* "I think I finally nailed that double pirouette, though! Or, at least, I didn't crash into anyone this time. Small victories, right? What about you? Anything exciting happen today?"

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