[This was so very bizarre to someone who had almost no idea about dance. Sieglinde just sort of sits where she was, eyes slightly wide, her grip on her charcoal rather loose.
Fans, and styles, and... imagining what in the world sort of dancing Olivia did in that outfit.
She's about to comment on that, but in that moment the skull-faced beast chose to sit up and begin scratching behind it's exposed jawbone with its rear leg, the thumping disturbing her drawing papers and making her flail her arms at the thing to push its tail off her with the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.
i'm so sad I didn't realize it was my tag
Fans, and styles, and... imagining what in the world sort of dancing Olivia did in that outfit.
She's about to comment on that, but in that moment the skull-faced beast chose to sit up and begin scratching behind it's exposed jawbone with its rear leg, the thumping disturbing her drawing papers and making her flail her arms at the thing to push its tail off her with the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.
Damn it... unnammed skull-face thing.]