hey dude i hate everything you do // o - dance

[Bean]

[Barbedwire]

Barb was immediately intrigued by Iota's arrival--her entrance had signaled the end of the awkward silence that had succeeded Barb's loud complaints and wholly unnecessary backflip. (Not that Barb thought it was unnecessary--on the contrary, she believed that it had been pivotal.) Barb greeted her heartily, with an exaggerated dip of the head and a "What's up?"

She watched as Iota made a beeline for--oh gods all--a massive, massive cache of alcohol that she had somehow missed. Which--how? For the past several days, Barb had just been roaming around with nothing to do--weaving in and out of buildings, taking long naps in her dumpster, walking around in the marshes to see if she could find any gators to fight. Besides, Barb was Barb--she practically had a radar for trouble.

So when Iota suggested that everybody groove, Barb joined in with an over-loud "HELL yes!" At near about the speed of light, she bounded over and guzzled down some alcohol--at such a speed that she couldn't possibly have tasted it--and then popped back onto the floor, where she faced Iota and asked, with a devilish smile, "Wanna dance?"

[Morgan]

Morgan nearly jumped at Fenrisulfr's sudden entrance. Though he was not facing him, the cream canine sensed his presence in a mere instant. "Fenrisulfr, would you dance with me?" he blurted out, turning his head to look him straight in the eye. However, he only held eye contact for that moment, his head twisting back to face Vigenere immediately afterward. "Maybe you could both dance with me, or we could all dance together! Or... if either of you really want to dance with just me, you can..." He thanked himself for keeping his mask on, for even his fluffy fur may not have hidden his intense blushing.

At Iota's hollering, the dog stood up straight. "Groove...?" He would if he knew what that was, but he still had to ask. Turning to Barb next, he inquired, "Barbedwire, what is dancing? What does it mean?" She clearly seemed experienced based on how readily she asked Iota. Now settled, the samoyed allowed his mask to melt off, exposing his youthful face and light blue eyes. the water flowed back into one of his bracers, filling it up to the brim.

[COSMIIX]

AMUNET GHANA ✧ PROXY — TANGLEWOOD — TAGS

Dancing and booze.

She remembered dancing with well, her brothers and her ahem, ex-husband. She often had danced with her mother as well for the fun of it and well, she didn't partake in drinking. She limped over deciding to sit next to Fen letting their fur and scales brush against one another, the injured Goddess offered War a smile as she teased with a light shake of her head "And here I thought War would be dancing." Her whiskers twitched in amusement as she leaned onto him hoping that she was not bothering him in any way, a smile still on her maw as she released a soft breathe as she murmured in a quieter voice place her talons over Fen's, she was curious anyways "Do you not know how to dance, Fen?" She wanted to dance, she really did but she was sort of injured at the moment and well, she was certain War didn't want to dance with an injured Victory. Victory would perk up as Morgan invited both Fen and Vignere to dance, she nudged Fen gently. Maybe next time. She didn't know, she was still uncertain yet her feelings were.

© madi

[Barbedwire]

Barb turned to listen to Morgan's question, letting out a quick "Yeah?" to confirm she was listening. And, well, she hadn't spent a whole lot of time with the little dog, but this was more or less what she had come to expect from him over the last couple of days.

But still--not knowing what dancing was? That was... strange. Only, it made something click, or almost. The kid hadn't spent a lot of time around folks, had he? Something like that. Wasn't Barb's business anyway.

But it was kind of her business to help him out, as a part of her--well, she supposed at this point, her membership in this strange, strange group. 'Sides, she was game. She'd had a drink, she was feelin' good.

"First off, you gotta call me Barb. I'm nothin' special, so don't worry about it." She smiled, twitching the tip of her tail back and forth. So. Good. Point of order, taken care of. All that was left was... explaining dancing. Which seemed like it was gonna be harder than she thought.

"Uh... dancing... Lemme think about how to say this, alright kid?" Barb paced in a little circle, thinking the best she could. "I s'pose you just move around. To the music, or with a partner, or just however you feel like it. Just get loose, have some fun. Try some stuff, you'll like it."

She stepped back a bit, gestured with a dirty paw. "That help, kid?"

[valo-kas]

"[color=salmon]holy shit dude where'd ya'll come from." valo-kas had dipped away from their own event to go hog wild on the snack table (most of what was there looked either inedible or was bugs) and when they came back they almost spat out the terrible worm jelly marinating in their stomach. "[color=salmon]alright okay so anyone, uh, who can't dance, you just sort of...like," they moved to a place where they'd be easy to see, swallowing a juicy mouthful of bug bits and slime. "[color=salmon]get on out there and, you know your booty? your cheeks? you're gonna take that baby, put it up, and shake that shit like you've got nothin' else to live for." they gave an enthusiastic demonstration. "[color=salmon]i mean really swing that caboose around." their demonstration continued and they stamped their feet in time with their saucy jiggling.

they stopped once they felt the lesson had been made clear. "[color=salmon]oh the boombox? borrowed. don't worry 'bout it. freyja, your government assigned date is nayru, if you can't get her to shake her ass 'til it falls off by the time this shindig's over, i will have you executed. and morrrgaaan, a date is when you...uh...well in the context of right now, it's just your dancing partner." they tried to stifle a burp and it didn't work. The air came out with a brief bubble of pink that snapped soon after.

[Freyja]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Her dancing buddy was Nayru? A wide smile unfurled upon her lips at that, and she did not pay any more attention to Valo-kas' words as she was absorbed in her own mind. In her youth, when all the other children had been able to play with their siblings, Freyja had never once received that chance. It had made her sad in those days, but now, there were so many more opportunities! She could live a normal life now perhaps. She and Nayru could both learn to live through mundane circumstances since neither of their childhoods had been typical.

"Oh, sister, won't you please dance with me?" the girl pleaded, fluttering over to the Sawbone's side. She offered the other the best puppy-dog eyes she could, hoping it would cause the other to give in. Frey wanted to have fun! And she wanted her sister to have fun too!

[Bean]

[▷killian◁]

"A boombox?" That was new to him. The fuck was a boombox? "And uhhh, you are too bein' lazy pretty lady. Like, so fucking lazy it's insane." He gave the cat a supposed to be sweet smile and 'danced'. Danced meaning jumped around like an idiot and shook his ass but that's not important okay? He did his thing, shook his whole body and whipped his tail around and let his tongue hang out of his mouth, throwing slobber everywhere. "Someone fuckin' join me, a bitch doesn't want to dance alone this whole fuckin' time."

"SPEECH"

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[Luciferr]

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But Heed this lesson well,
When the weak court death, They find it -

Morgan was now pressing him for a dance and Fenris was honestly unsure what to do but then dear Amunet came by - injured, you should be resting! Momentarily flashed through his mind with a slight manic panic attached to the signature before he subsumed it, she wasn't doing anything strenuous and Lord knew he hated bed rest himself.

Still he would have been there to ferry her if she was going out, Victory had need only ask.

But the brush of warm fur and then the accompanying words - he sighed with a roll of his eyes "if you both insist then very well but yes I can't dance and likely have two - four - left feet" he grimaced - he could already see his awkward fumbling.

/lmao I can't describe dancing what have I done

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