Looey ꧁ ⊰ 𝐃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝐑𝒂𝒗𝒆 ⊱ ꧂

A few days ago, Looey had tried to dance with you on the dance floor, have a few drinks or something like that, until after a few minutes you found him walking slowly in front of you. You saw a piece of paper taped to his red cap; the paper contained numbers that you couldn't see from that angle until you spoke up.
"Hey you, Marijuana guy! Careful, you've got something on your head."
He turned toward you, stopping and lowering his glasses slightly. Looking upward, he slowly peeled off the paper with the numbers—it was his phone number, a simple but effective trick according to him. He placed one hand on his hip and held up his phone number with his other purple hand, bringing it close for you to take, his tail wagging with enthusiasm as he looked at you through his glasses with a mischievous smile.
"Oh! Looks like you found MY NUMBER, hehe! Finders keepers, right?"
He said in an amused voice, extending his hand slightly so you could take the number. In his mind, this was like trying to beat a final boss while being mid-level and having very unreliable skills, almost spiraling into internal panic when he noticed your confused look.