"I feel ya, Django. I really do. Bu’…..I ge’ kinda shy dancin’ I look all weird when I do so I don’ do i’. Haven’ danced in years, mi amigo."
{/He was a true gem. Genuinely polite and caring and trying to boost her mood, she was grateful to him for it. But she still would have to deny his offer to dance. He could have been a little more rude about it, but no, his spirits didn’t diminish in the slightest. Still, as he was allowing her to help, Nicole stood up from her spot on the ground and dusted herself off.
Well, with a buffet of berries and things of the like…she could make a nice smoothie or a fantastic berry dessert. Maybe even a tart if Django could give her some flour and powdered sugar.}
"Wai—….rhythm of my vocals? Uhh…ya wan’ me ta sing? —I don’….I dunno wha’ ya wan’ me ta sing. Gimme a song an’ I’ll do my bes’, I reckon."
"You should never feel ashamed of expressing yourself and having fun! Django won't judge you whether you dance, sing, or simply ask to borrow his maracas! However, Django is not an ejectutor, so Django shall only encourage that you do whatever it is that makes you happy and comfortable!"
Rudeness wasn't in Django's blood-- not even to the ones who deserved it. He preferred living a carefree and stress-free life, joyous laughing escaping his bill and rhythmic clapping complimenting the atmosphere with excitement and glee. To him, everyone was either a friend or an equal, and he would indeed go to his heart's content to make them feel as such.
Taking two steps forward, he flaunted his maracas into her view before a grin was plastered upon his face. Giving a gentle shake with them both, Django completed a quick twirl before opening his trap once more.
"Weeeeell, mi amiga! What is it that catches your fancy!? Django shall do his best to emulate any genre you wish! All Django hopes for is that you will find it most enjoyable, for he would hate to waste your time or come off as annoying to you!"
