♫ I believe in a thing called love,
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart— ♫
Kane is all if not blissfully unaware of the fact that he has a bit of an audience admiring his dance moves. He’s also completely forgotten to turn down the volume in his bedroom. In fact, he’d best have kept the volume at a minimum rather than blasting the eighty’s track throughout the entire house.
It’s just awfully difficult to stand still when a riff as catchy as this resonates to and fro everywhere he goes.
There’s no denying his moves suck utter arse, as Kane would say it, himself, but at least he’s having a grand time letting go of the restraint he usually shows.
Well, that is until he actually stands face to face with the person who he would dare call the reason to his unusually positive mood. — Cue the dropping of his arms; a straightening of his back; and a loud clearing of the throat.