[Jasper watches her go in faint, disapproving bemusement. She doesn't... really know what to make of this. How is she supposed to respond to this..?
She reminds herself that since, thank the stars, she isn't actually trying to fuse with this small human, it doesn't really matter.
She takes a moment to steel herself anyway before she begins her own dance, her eyes locked judgementally on Mabel. Out of habit she's trying to keep at least somewhat in synch with her, but hers are certainly not peppy 80's pop-rock dance moves; Jasper's motions are a lot more wide and deliberate and heavy. She's rhythmic and almost graceful in her own very large way, but her feet sure as hell are not loose.]
oh my god
She reminds herself that since, thank the stars, she isn't actually trying to fuse with this small human, it doesn't really matter.
She takes a moment to steel herself anyway before she begins her own dance, her eyes locked judgementally on Mabel. Out of habit she's trying to keep at least somewhat in synch with her, but hers are certainly not peppy 80's pop-rock dance moves; Jasper's motions are a lot more wide and deliberate and heavy. She's rhythmic and almost graceful in her own very large way, but her feet sure as hell are not loose.]