[Mob looks at the dance pad in abject fear. Not that the spikes worry him, he could probably stall them from falling if he really needed to. No, what scares him the most? Dancing. His stamina may have improved after months of working out, but he has no sense of rhythm whatsoever.]
Oh...I can't do this...
[Then a colorfully dressed boy around his age talks to him. Right, he's not here alone. This is both good and bad, because on one hand he doesn't have to dance by himself, but on the other his lack of skill could endanger someone else oh god.]
I guess...? I'll try and follow you...but if the spikes start falling, run. I'll handle it.
[He sounds more confident on that last part. Hopefully his powers don't give him another bad nosebleed.]
Dance Dance(til you're dead)
Oh...I can't do this...
[Then a colorfully dressed boy around his age talks to him. Right, he's not here alone. This is both good and bad, because on one hand he doesn't have to dance by himself, but on the other his lack of skill could endanger someone else oh god.]
I guess...? I'll try and follow you...but if the spikes start falling, run. I'll handle it.
[He sounds more confident on that last part. Hopefully his powers don't give him another bad nosebleed.]