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Leave a message for MacaqueYou know how this works.

"I will accept the judgment of cute," Candid smiles a little wider.

"I'd really really like that. We can talk about it. Like our own little book club."

Macaque rustles Candid's hair. "Good, because all judgments are final."

A nod. "I like reading, so this will be nice. We can both catch up on some cultural knowledge and discuss the themes and all that shit."

"Any chance you'd want to go dancing? It's one of my go-tos for stress relief." He does it with MK, but that doesn't mean he and Candid can't also do it.

More excited energy starts to show as Candid nods and grins.

"Good. No take backsies," He said first.

"That sounds fun to me. And then we can do another book after. And yeah I'd go dancing with you! The club or like more ballroom dancing? I can ask the original where he's getting lessons on that from."

He just gets cuter by the minute.

"I meant club dancing, but if you want to try ballroom, we can. I'm a hell of a lead."

"I just heard the original is learning it so I could too. Club dancing, ballroom, you can lead me anywhere."

"You're such a sap," Macaque says, like it's a compliment.

"Let's try club dancing first, then the ballroom thing. I'll help you learn."

"I am a hopeless romantic, I guess," Candid says and nods.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Or maybe I just bring out the hopeless romantic in you," Macaque says, nudging Candid with his elbow.

"When do you have time for dancing? I have time the day after tomorrow if you want to."

"That's probably the case," Candid smiles and nudges back.

"I got time anytime really. Except on Saturday nights. Gotta do dishes. Day after tomorrow sounds really nice, yeah."