[Apparently incapable of just stepping onto the machine like a normal person, Dust hops over the back support rail to land on the dance pad, tagging in and stopping the whirl in one stylish move. Rising, he shrugs his shoulders, shifting his cloak back so he can raise his hands for balance or slick moves.]
[He's not allowed to look bad at this. He won't permit it!]
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[He's not allowed to look bad at this. He won't permit it!]