Chapter 8: Move That
"Aight, y’all. Lemme show you what a real damn demonstration looks like."
Benjamin was nothing if not theatrical. Even the simple act of reaching into his pocket became an elaborate performance, his fingers flicking dramatically before finally retrieving...
...a spoon.
He held it up like it was some legendary artifact, waving it through the air with exaggerated... flair. His head swayed in rhythm with the motion, his entire body seemingly moving to music only he could hear.
Well, not exactly, as the others could hear it too.
He was humming, singing under his breath.
Riley was very much confused.
"You are a very strange individual, Benjamin," Riley muttered, tilting his head. "I wasn’t aware that dancing with a spoon could be considered a superpower."
He glanced at his own hand. "Maybe my skin color is a superpower? W—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Hannah elbowed him lightly in the stomach and whispered, "Bro, shut up and just watch."
"Hmm."