"Uuuuuuuh." Unlike Dorian, Mitch was familiar with what break-dancing looked like. He wanted to ask how the mummy-now-using-marble how the heck he had learned how to do that. Still, he figured that one, it'd be rude, and two, it was probably as natural as breathing as Dorian, close to it. He was graceful, rhymic, poised, and just freaking awesome (Authoress Duo: Hey, Vicky!).
"I don't think I'm ready for the somersaults," Mitch laughed, already nervous again and wishing that his own body wasn't so damn awkward. "How 'bout, how should I move my feet and stuff?"