Now which was which cat?

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[So, the ballroom was in use, so he decided to just stay in his room to practice dancing. The door is slightly cracked, you might see Axel dressed as Rumpleteazer prancing across his bedroom, singing both his and Mungojerrie's cues. And no, this isn't a joke. ]

As knockabout clowns, quick change comedians
Tight-rope walkers and acrobats...2, 3, 4...Leap!

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[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[brb fuckin' staring at you.]

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Tch, you know you want some. ]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Why is everyone dancing all of a sudden?

[you wish you could have some of this, buddy. he isn't into guys. yet.]

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, you are talking to a somewhat asexual till proven otherwise Axel. ]

Hell if I know.

[He really didn't know, or care. ]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[good! the exact opposite of his teacher.]

All I need to see is a Roxas dancing, and Sora and I'll be out of luck.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

...What?

[He is sort of in a mid flip, but he's listening to you sort of. ]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[... watches him, with calculating eyes. he's actually bruised and cut in places, not that he seems to pay any attention to it.]

Whatd'you mean, what?

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

You were saying something about.. Sora or luck or...something.

[He hasn't noticed yet, he is sort of determined to finish this routine. Almost done, flip, plie, leap, leap... ]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[he's watching. he'd be impressed, but considering his teacher was an Axel, he isn't particularly surprised.]

Sora and I are dance partners. I'm saying that if a Roxas comes along that can dance, it'll be like a competition.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[He sort of stops suddenly, falling into the splits. ]

...You dance?

[He has been looking for a Mungojerrie... ]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[he closes his eyes, still leaning against the doorframe. his arms are folded across his chest. he's actually noticeably skinnier than most Rikus, without much bulk muscle, more lean.]

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Well, you do have a dancer body. ]

Broadway? Tap? Ballet? Hip Hop? [Axel did all of it, but his passion was always Broadway. ]

Stripper?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[his eyes flit up in an angry glare and blush before he shifts a little to the side.]

Ballet, tap, jazz, bellydancing, some Broadway, I guess. I hate modern, but I'm okay at it.

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

[Hey 'sup, it's a Heartless. Just sort of staring. Humans get up to the strangest thing sometimes.]

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[He seems pretty focused, so he doesn't notice you. ]

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

[That's okay, it's perfectly capable of catching his attention.]

Is there meaning to this?

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

W-wha?

[Oh, hay thar...thing. ]

Practicing.

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

[Nothing to see here, just a Heartless.]

Strange for a weapon...

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

Weapon?

[Sort of does a flip. He's seen you heartless before...yeah.. ]

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

Fighting-practice, yes?

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

Er... No?

[Though, some could argue the Broadway Musical CATS is terrifying enough to petrify the greatest of enemies.. ]

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

[If it had eyelids, the Invisible would blink at that. It doesn't so it just settles for looking vaguely confused.]

Other-practice is what, then?

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

...Dancing.. Pleasure.. Fun?

[Perhaps speaking in sentence fragments helps. ]

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

[Not really. It can understand fine either way. It's just it can't really remember being human, so there's some translation errors here and there.]

Ah. Heart-things.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. Heart...things.

[Oooh, right, Heartless were people too. :| ]

I take it you don't dance much.