[He briefly worries if by doing something he used to do as a noble child means he's missing his heritage, but dismisses the thought almost as soon as it hits him. He could like anything he wants, even activities stereo-typically that of higher society's, and still be ashamed of the nobles and what they stand for. That's what being free means, right? Besides, anyone could've learned a classy dance if they really wanted to. Even a kid from a trash heap!
And so with conscience clear, Sabo takes off his hat, straightens his collar and gives a perfect mini gentleman bow, but with his familiar shitty little pipsqueak grin.] Lead on, m'lady!
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And so with conscience clear, Sabo takes off his hat, straightens his collar and gives a perfect mini gentleman bow, but with his familiar shitty little pipsqueak grin.] Lead on, m'lady!