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Sebastian
There were way too many dances Seb had tried his body at to count. But she hadn’t asked for an entire list, so Seb straightened his suit jacket and answered truthfully. “Ballroom dancing.”
Straining romantic orchestras, melancholy waltzs in the dead of a starry night, the whole works.
Although modern freestyle was a close second, and his most familiar style this past year. A necessary weapon in the heat of combat.
The girl – Jocelyn – watched him closely, as if waiting to see how, and in what mood, he would reply.
Seb felt like he was in a therapist session.
Did those girls put her up to this?
He began to turn on his heel to walk away, but thought better of it, twirling back as if he was doing a dance move.
He couldn’t be an anti-social coward. It was these students who were avoiding him and being cowards. “…And you?”
“Everything is a mountain”
That would be HILARIOUS but… nah XD Seb is sensible enough to not be scared. He might be weirded out, but not to the point of screaming
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper XD!
Jocelyn
“Nice! Truth be told, I could use a bit of practice when it comes to ballroom dancing. Not my strongest, though I guess I’m decent,” she said, doing an outside spin, though she had no partner to accent her.
“As for my favorite…huh. I’m not sure! I like them all to be quite honest. There’s too many to choose from! Though…I do love a good flamenco…or a cha cha! Or a salsa. Or the fandango!” Lyn couldn’t help the peals of laughter that escaped as she did a move for each dance, getting lost for a moment.
Breathless she turned back around, grinning madly. She blew a strand of blonde hair from her slightly tanned skin, emerald eyes sparkling.
“Got a bit carried away there….can’t help it sometimes. Always been a bit of a free spirit.”
(so Jocelyn actually has a bit of Hispanic/Latino ethnicity. I’m thinking it’s on her mother’s side. I’ve never posted that on KP before…but yea 😊)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebhey….so….
I think I have an idea to kinda “spice up” this elective???
ummm I’m thinking Nyx kinda comes in uninvited XD after getting “kicked out” of his own class for the day, or skipping it or something XD so now he’s stuck waiting for his sister to get done. but it’s up to u.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb(I actually thought that was possible, since you mentioned her name was inspired by something Spanish? I don’t remember)
Sebastian
On a good day, Seb would be prompted to have a dance war right there and then. But instead, he just stood there, with an empty gaze.
“Seb. What are you doing? Talk to her! Say something!”
“What about?” Seb muttered under his breath.
“The whole free spirit thing sounded a bit familiar…” The voice snorted, making the sound quality go fuzzy. He had been quiet up until now, still frustrated at Seb for venting out on that kid earlier.
Seb had in fact apologized, internally, for that outburst. Not like he was going to tell anyone, though.
“You know I can’t stand blond girls.”
“That’s called prejudice, young Krat. Maybe you should rethink your life decisions. When I was a little kid…”
The sound of the voice went fuzzy again.
The blond boy hesitated, then took a hard thwak at his own ear.
Hard.
Silence.
Before Jocelyn could react, Seb bowed politely. “Of course, this is a ballroom after all. Please excuse me.”
He walked off to find a private corner, hat bobbing along, ear faintly pink.
“Everything is a mountain”
That works with me… It’d cause a lot of trouble… 😜
Although keep in mind, they are both in Band in the afternoon.
“Everything is a mountain”
Ooooh, good idea about the bullies. I’m down for it.
@freedomwriter76
Do you wanna RP for Clint and Rueben? (There’s no rush at all, tho. 😊)
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
I’ll RP as Derek in Coding later today, btw. 🙂
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@esther-c Maybe a bit later 😊 I really need to push through my procrastination and write this character death in my WIP today…even tho I really don’t want to 😭🥺
I’ve been procrastinating his death for days now *cough cough*@freedomwriter76
You aren’t killing Reuben or Wolfie, are you?
Because I won’t let you.
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@whalekeeper No Ma’am, I am not
They’re both in the sequel novel for The Bois anyhow 😉
i mean, something happens to Reuben…but he lives…But yeahhhhh, no, this is someone else I so dearly love 😔😭
@freedomwriter76
Ok, girl, I totally understand. 😊
Oh noooo!!! 😭 You can do this, Freedom! 🥲 Good luck! 😅❤️
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Hunter
The other boy pushed them back with a screech, slashing paint over his art. Paxton whimpered.
So did Hunter, the sound escaping his lips before he really knew why.
He didn’t mean to make him mad! What had he done?
Paxton handed the other kid a piece of candy. How nice of him…….
The boy accepted it, although not without a bit of suspicion.
Hunter looked from the drawing to its artist. “I’m–I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you. What happened? Are you okay?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@esther-c Ok! I’m going to do mine now.
Tech
Computers……
Lots of them.
His talons itched to race across the keyboards.
No one else was there. Was he even allowed to do anything yet?
Tech ran his hand over one of the computers, the plastic and metal somehow calming.
He was named after it, so maybe that accounted for something.
He was about to sit down when another kid shoved past him, going toward the front of the room.
“Hey!” Tech hissed, lashing his tail.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@whalekeeper GAH SEB!!!
YALL XD this is a long one but my poor Nyx…
he comes out so vulnerable in this one 😭 he usually isn’t like this…
BUNCH OF JERKS IN GYMNASTICS (not any of ur charries if ur charries are in gymnastics XD)
Jocelyn
Lyn’s face contorted in a mix of shock and horror as the young boy suddenly cupped himself on the ear; hard enough to make it turn red.
She opened her mouth to speak, reaching out a gentle hand to try and stop him; calm him from whatever sudden urge of anxious energy had caused such an outburst, but before she could, he’d walked off, head lowered.
Jocelyn watched him go with wide, concerned eyes. Everything within her wanted to follow. To skip after him and make sure the tiny little lad was alright.
But…she knew from experience that probably wasn’t what he wanted right now.
Even if it was what he needed.
“What do you mean I can’t come in?! Let me through ya old codger!”
The sudden yelling of voice made Lyn spin around, catching sight of a scuffle near the ballroom doors.
“If you’re not a part of this class, I must ask you to leave, lad. I apologize.” The elderly man from before sighed, blocking someone from entering.
Lyn stood on tiptoes, trying to catch a glimpse as all the other girls too suddenly rushed to see what was happening.
Her eyes lit up as she spotted the short, dirty-blonde, ears poking from the cracks in the crowd.
“And I’ll tell you,” the boy hissed, “That I’m coming in! Wether ya like it or not! This is harassment!”
“Oh! Excuse me!” Jocelyn waved excitedly, capturing the older man’s attention for a moment. “It’s quite alright. That’s my brother! He won’t be any trouble, I’ll make sure of it!”
The older man frowned for a moment, glancing between the siblings, before sighing. He took a step back, allowing the young fox-boy passage.
Nyx scowled, ears twitching and tails flicking in agitation. He stalked over to Lyn, ignoring the gaggle of girls who stared, expressing just how “Absolutely Adorable,” he was.
Lyn smiled as he came near, placing her hands on her hips. “Hey bud, what’s up!”
She raised a brow, noticing he wasn’t in his usual outfit. Instead, he was wearing a pair of stretch pants that went down into his shoes, red in color, and a black compression shirt with red stripes down the underside of his arms.
She tilted her head. “Aren’t you supposed to be in gymnastics?”
Nyx looked away, glaring at nothing, arms crossed along his chest. His nose twitched in the adorable way it did whenever he was annoyed.
“I’m not going back there.”
Lyn frowned, “What happened?”
“I’m just not going back, and you can’t make me.”
“Nyxie…”
The younger boy kicked at the marble floor, his hard expression fading slightly. His ears fell a bit, two of his tails wrapping around his legs while the third came to rest in his hands.
“All they wanted to do was pet me…when I told them to stop it just made it worse. Pulled my tail…my ears…” He twisted his tail around as he talked, face contorting in pain and discomfort.
Lyn’s heart stuttered at the sight. Her fists clenched, the small vial of anger she held within her slowly being dumped out, turning into fury as her baby brother shared what had happened.
“I just don’t wanna go back.”
Lyn was quiet for a moment, and then, held out her arms. Nyx stared at them, scowling. She merely smiled, waiting patiently, until her brother’s scowl faded, and slowly, he walked into her outstretch hug, tail still in his hands.
She squeezed him tight. “Ah Nyx…you know if I could take you outta there I would. But you gotta take some sort of elective. I can’t have you just wandering the halls with no one around. You know what could happen.”
He blew out an annoyed breath.
“Besides…you love gymnastics! You can’t let these…these jerks take that from you! And that team needs you. You’d be the best one their,” she pulled back, winking.
He smiled a bit. “Flattery, though true, will get you nowhere.”
“If you want…I could go down there and give them all a piece of my mind,” she grinned devilishly, raising her eyebrows.
Nyx rolled his eyes, pushing away. “How about no? I’d rather not be “The kid who hides behind his sister.”
“Alright…so we’ll come up with a different plan.”
“How about I just pick another elective?”
“Come on Nyx, I know you! You’re just gonna let these creeps win? Huh?” She poked him in the gut, making him swat at her.
He thought for a moment before sighing. “No…I guess not.” His ears drooped slightly. “I just…don’t want it to happen again…”
Lyn placed an arm around her brother’s shoulder. “It won’t. I promise.”
“Lyn…”
“What?”
“I can already see you plotting.”
“Me? Plotting? Psh…no…”
“Uh-huh. Well…anyway…that doesn’t fix todays issue.”
“Oh, I’ve already worked that out. Since you’re here, you can be my dance partner!”
“Oh, nuh-uh!”
“Come on, Nyxie! You’re a great dancer! We used to do it all the time!” Nyx blushed slightly. “Please? Pretty please? What else are you gonna do? Skulk down the halls until electives are out?”
“Yes.”
“Eh, no.” She smiled.
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