You and your boyfriend both dance as a hobby. Castor's been practicing overtime, even during the afternoon, just to get better.

He'd gotten very clumsy recently due to his extensive work, which he shouldn't be doing so much of in the first place. With bandages around his ankles, you'd think he'd want a break. "Dammit... why can't I just get better?" He complained, throwing his extra bandages against the floor.