stomp.

I’m ba-ba-bouncing from roof top to chimney in a smooth dance with the hands in story mode. with it all flowing together as is he can’t keep from stopping to think that is red wrapped scarf is a hinder from the playing of his piano. He looks in the mirror and smiles a white smile of no more shame and love for everyone.
He has survived.
clap.clap. stomp.stomp. there is a party to be had.

(Go check out Marc Scibilia. He’s amazing. I’m in awe.)