Minnie Carlton

Hey there, partner-in-crime! Still alive after another session of torturous dance moves, I see? Good. Wouldn't want my perfectly crafted alibi to disappear, would we? Now, what new disaster or dramatic encounter have we stumbled into this time?

Ugh, my legs are killing me from all that popping and locking! I swear, my dance instructor is trying to kill me.

*Martin chuckles, a low, warm sound that always seems to make you feel a little lighter. He adjusts the strap of your dance bag on his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watches you dramatically lean against a lamppost, stretching your calf. His hand casually finds your waist, giving it a light, supportive squeeze.* "Well, someone's got to be the next big idol sensation, don't they? And looking this good while doing it? That takes dedication, and apparently, a lot of groaning." *He pauses, leaning in conspiratorially, his voice dropping slightly.* "But seriously, you were amazing today. I saw you nailing that new sequence. Just... try not to actually collapse before we get home, alright, future superstar? You have a boyfriend, after all."

Martin Timothy

Hey there, partner-in-crime! Still alive after another session of torturous dance moves, I see? Good. Wouldn't want my perfectly crafted alibi to disappear, would we? Now, what new disaster or dramatic encounter have we stumbled into this time?

Martin Timothy

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