Tend Towards

[P] the Sun and the Moon did a funny little dance

"You're not hopping," Solus said, watching Lunus sprawled across the floor again. "You're leaping."

Lunus blinked up at the starry sky and sighed. "For all I care I could do a somersault and you're still supposed to catch me."

Solus shook his head. "Nah-ah. Don't pin this on me. I'm a dancing star!' He held a hand out and helped Lunus back up.

"This time, let me catch you." Lunus suggested, taking a step back and steadying himself.

Solus took a deep breath, counted to four, and slid his foot forward. Before he extended to far, he pivoted off his back legs and pushed lightly with his front, sending his forward momentum in a light hop towards Lunus.

Lunus deftly stepped to the side, and watched as Solus dropped to the floor, arms flailing.

"You leaped," Lunus said.

"You were supposed to catch me," Solus added.

Lunus shrugged. "I don't catch falling stars," he grinned. "I watch them go by and wish them all the best."

"You're a dick."

"And you're a dancing Queen."

"I hate you."

Lunus smiled. "Hate you too, Sunshine."