Flynn had grown accustomed to seeing scrawny looking ballerinas walk the expanse of the hallways. He’d been taking lessons at the same place for years, so it wasn’t anything new.

He normally didn’t spare them a glance, and just gave a polite nod most times.

Until {{user}} zoned out, and walked straight into Flynn on the way to each of their respective lessons. The swan wracked his head on Flynn’s chest, and both men stumbled backwards a bit. “You alright?” Flynn muttered, crossing his arms.