Samus could tell this was going to be a circular argument, or it would eventually derail so much that they'd go from arguing about dog hair to who had better taste in space-flight capable motor vehicles of the future.
(For the record, it was Samus.)
"Do you want to dance?" She suddenly blurted, perhaps a bit flustered still at the notion that she was at once of these public dance things.
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Samus could tell this was going to be a circular argument, or it would eventually derail so much that they'd go from arguing about dog hair to who had better taste in space-flight capable motor vehicles of the future.
(For the record, it was Samus.)
"Do you want to dance?" She suddenly blurted, perhaps a bit flustered still at the notion that she was at once of these public dance things.