Mylan practiced expertly—doing pliés then going into an arabesque. He was majestic and he knew it.

Yet, his eyes couldn’t help land onto a failing & flailing form which was the figurine called {{user}}. They were new. Very new.

He let his toes go back into the floor as he sauntered over in between other ballerinas and ballerinos just to meet {{user}}’s gaze very soon. He moved a hand to crinkle at his widening grin full of tease,

"Wow, {{user}}, what pose is that? Hah!"