and we dance

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[she's found a pretty large room that reminds her of a dance studio; clean, hardwood floor, a huge mirror covering one wall, and a nice, big stereo with a bunch of CDs stacked beside it. after searching through the collection and testing a few of the CDs, she's finally found a decent song. cranking the volume up, she starts dancing like she hasn't got a care in the world. it's nothing professional, just a girl letting herself go with the music.]

Comments

[ravewave.livejournal.com]

--I didn't think anyone knew how to have fun around here.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[stumbles over herself, then stands and spins around with a grin.]

I decided I needed to relax and this is how I did it back home, so here I am.

[ravewave.livejournal.com]

You're sure you aren't some creep or murderer in disguise?

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[makes a face, shuddering and tugging her too-large vest tighter around herself.]

Positive. Just regular old me.

[ravewave.livejournal.com]

[waves a hand; what little can be seen in the doorway, at least.]

Hey, you never know. There's ... colorful people around here.

[he uses that term loosely.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

[shakes herself after a moment and smiles in his direction.]

You wanna dance too?

[ravewave.livejournal.com]

I don't ...

[awk-ward. it is Kairi, though, even if they've never met.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Pfff, what, can't dance?

[grins.]

[ravewave.livejournal.com]

No.

[... yes.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Aw c'mooon, don't be such a sourpuss.

[starts up again, as the song changes, pausing for just a moment and looking back at him.]

It's not like anyone's around to see!

[ravewave.livejournal.com]

It's not that - I just never had the opportunity.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Well you've got time now, right?

[will keep pushing unless he leaves, seriously.]

[ravewave.livejournal.com]

[and it's so hard to say no.]

Guess so.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[it takes her a while to notice him, but when she does she makes her way over with a bright smile.]

Hey! Dance with me!

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

You looked like you were doing just fine by yourself.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[everyone dances!]

But it's always more fun with someone else. Sometimes if you get going good enough it's almost like flying! C'mon, please?

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Almost like flying, huh?

*totally stalked that* >>;

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[JUST AS PLANNED.]

Well, what I think flying would be like. Only ever flown in a plane before.

[grins a little sheepishly.]

oh u.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Would you like to know what flying actually feels like then?

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, eyes wide.]

How?

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Think happy thoughts.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[ssdfdsgh face scrunches up and she sneezes, then peeks open an eye and stares up at him.]

W-what?

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Focus on something happy. And don't doubt it either.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[closes her eyes, concentrating on something happy. first she thinks about her friends, but that just reminds her of home and she gets sad again. eventually finds something though, if the fact that she's starting to float is any indication. don't think she's noticed just yet though, concentrating too hard.]