...Well, okay. [ he scratches his cheek with a finger. people being nice to him and paying attention. still something to get used to. airy's not a person that says things without meaning it.
he sits back in his head, crossing his arms when she starts the song. he's facing forward so it's not entirely clear he's watching her reaction to the song for most of it. she's failing to resist the urge to dance to this song that's such a feel-good pop jam, it's ridiculous. this is the kind of song, that in the past, he'd be required to dislike as a real song and probably not get to like it ironically. or would he have to shove shove it down so many layers of irony that singing along with it was the only option?
he spends the first minute mulling that over. how to comment on it without breaking a certain wall of cool before he realizes he doesn't have to do that anymore and nobody fucking cares. i'm dancing on my own. make the moves up as they go. and that's what they don't know.
airy's mouthing along. why doesn't she just sing with it? she obviously likes it. he bets she wouldn't sound half bad. but he doesn't sing along to any song he likes so he can't say a damn thing. he's tapping a finger on his arm, perfectly on beat. he turns to the headphones at the song's bridge. damn. taylor swift is breaking it down. this song is so stupidly catchy. how dare she. ]
Shake it off. Shake it off... [ the under-the-breath singing. welp. it got him. he's more than a decent singer but never uses it on anything outside of rapping. NOBODY HEARD THAT. damn taylor swift and her sick beats. time to move on. ]
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he sits back in his head, crossing his arms when she starts the song. he's facing forward so it's not entirely clear he's watching her reaction to the song for most of it. she's failing to resist the urge to dance to this song that's such a feel-good pop jam, it's ridiculous. this is the kind of song, that in the past, he'd be required to dislike as a real song and probably not get to like it ironically. or would he have to shove shove it down so many layers of irony that singing along with it was the only option?
he spends the first minute mulling that over. how to comment on it without breaking a certain wall of cool before he realizes he doesn't have to do that anymore and nobody fucking cares. i'm dancing on my own. make the moves up as they go. and that's what they don't know.
airy's mouthing along. why doesn't she just sing with it? she obviously likes it. he bets she wouldn't sound half bad. but he doesn't sing along to any song he likes so he can't say a damn thing. he's tapping a finger on his arm, perfectly on beat. he turns to the headphones at the song's bridge. damn. taylor swift is breaking it down. this song is so stupidly catchy. how dare she. ]
Shake it off. Shake it off... [ the under-the-breath singing. welp. it got him. he's more than a decent singer but never uses it on anything outside of rapping. NOBODY HEARD THAT. damn taylor swift and her sick beats. time to move on. ]
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