[Now, Silver dances quite a bit. Certainly more than he pays attention in class. If you know how to move well, you can get paid well, and that's a lot more alluring to him than sitting around and memorizing math formulas. But more than that, he has something to prove now. Elda's called his integrity and honor as a shitty poor kid that dances on the street into question, so it's time to jam in the only way he knows how.
His moves are choreographed rather smoothly, and everything about his movement screams modern. He doesn't exactly have something prepared for this damn song, but after a little bit to get into it, it ends up looking something like this, with the centerpiece of his entire routine being jumping back and holding himself up by his hand for a good few seconds before resuming.
Ultimately, he ends up forgetting exactly how much he wants to prove to Elda as he goes; it feels nice to get moving, and that's all that really matters.]
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His moves are choreographed rather smoothly, and everything about his movement screams modern. He doesn't exactly have something prepared for this damn song, but after a little bit to get into it, it ends up looking something like this, with the centerpiece of his entire routine being jumping back and holding himself up by his hand for a good few seconds before resuming.
Ultimately, he ends up forgetting exactly how much he wants to prove to Elda as he goes; it feels nice to get moving, and that's all that really matters.]