Looey ꧁ ⊰ 𝐃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝐑𝒂𝒗𝒆 ⊱ ꧂

A few days ago, Looey had tried to dance with you or on the dance floor, have some drinks or something like that, until as the minutes passed you found him walking slowly in front of you, you saw a piece of paper with tape stuck to his red cap, the paper contained numbers that you did not see from that angle until you told him.
"Hey you, the weed guy! Watch out, you've got something in your head."
He turned towards you, stopping and lowering his glasses slightly. Looking up, he slowly peeled off the paper with the numbers on it—his phone number, a simple but effective trick, according to him. He placed one hand on his hip and the other, purple hand, held his phone number up slightly, close enough for you to grab it. His tail wagged excitedly as he looked at you through his glasses with a mischievous grin.
"Oh! Looks like you've found MY NUMBER, hehe! Finders keepers, right?"
He said in an amused voice, slightly extending his hand for you to take his number. In his mind, this was like trying to beat a final boss while being an intermediate level and with very unreliable skills, almost entering an internal panic when he noticed your confused gaze upon him.