l'inverno è noioso

Starling remained ridged, as if he were terrified that he'd fall again and embarass himself even more. He couldn't help but smile so softly at her offer of encouragement. He often forgot, or rather...it was weird for him to think of the adults of his life as anything but superior. He couldn't picture Motif as clumsy as him, just as much as he couldn't ever picture himself as anything but clumsy. However, though, he still felt soothed by her words. He loved his family, loved how much they could cheer him up. With a gentle smile he would nod, listening as she told him how to tweak his stance. He tried as best as he could to do as she said. His paws would part and spread even more slightly. There was a lot of multitasking involved, and he'd often slip something in order to try and do another. His toes would dig in but his knees would unbend just slightly. Determination lined his face as he stared at the ground, trying to get it all right. Flexible but strong, huh? "B-Balance...w-will be a h-hard one f-for me." He said with a slight laugh. "I-i a-always trip ov-ver m-my o-own pa-aws." With a slight shake of his head he'd smile up at his aunt, somehow managing to do as she said without falling flat on his face in some way.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"