Connor sits up on the table, setting the book aside without marking where he was. It's fine, he's read it so many times that the spine of his own copy is wrecked and held together by clear packing tape. Sliding off the table, Connor calls out.]
Hey. Come here and we can do that together.
[He hasn't done tap in a while, but well. Everything his father hated is something he kept. Dance? Yeah, he still does it.]
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Connor sits up on the table, setting the book aside without marking where he was. It's fine, he's read it so many times that the spine of his own copy is wrecked and held together by clear packing tape. Sliding off the table, Connor calls out.]
Hey. Come here and we can do that together.
[He hasn't done tap in a while, but well. Everything his father hated is something he kept. Dance? Yeah, he still does it.]