Maybe class had gotten him in the mood for the latter, but he was ready to boogie. He had his little music bot pumping out some bomb tunes, lights flashing around the room as he shook his buns and worked on a potential prototype for that fishtank he wanted to ask Alana about installing in their room.
And, duh, the door was open. What was an inventing/dancing party without an invitation for others to join, gawk, or appreciate?
[[ oh, yes, open. ]]