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Teamwork 101 -- Period 1 [Class #4] [Monday]
Today the class had been left notice, again in Genesis’ elaborate handwriting, to meet down in the Danger Shop.
When they arrived, they would find the Danger Shop transformed to look like a ballroom.
“Ballroom dancing,” Genesis began without preamble, or indeed, even a glance at his co-teacher, “is something that has long been held to exemplify grace, poise, and elegance. It can also, unlike some other dances, not be performed without a partner.”
“It’s somethin’ that most of you are gonna have to deal with, at least while you’re here bein’ a student, if you don’t wanna be stuck against the loner wall in the gym at dances, yo,” Reno added, from where he’d perched, in his chair. Which he’d dragged down just to sit in, because it was his chair, dammit, and Genesis had managed to snag it before him for the first few classes. “And knowin’ how to step around without breakin’ people’s feet is pretty useful, when you wanna impress a date, yo.”
Trips to the clinic were very rarely the hallmark of a good date.
Rarely, but not outside of the realm of possibility. Genesis merely looked pleased as he snapped his fingers and music began, a quick tempo’d dance.
“Pair up,” he murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear him, but only just. “And dance. Try to look like you’re enjoying it.”
[Wait for the OCD is up!]
When they arrived, they would find the Danger Shop transformed to look like a ballroom.
“Ballroom dancing,” Genesis began without preamble, or indeed, even a glance at his co-teacher, “is something that has long been held to exemplify grace, poise, and elegance. It can also, unlike some other dances, not be performed without a partner.”
“It’s somethin’ that most of you are gonna have to deal with, at least while you’re here bein’ a student, if you don’t wanna be stuck against the loner wall in the gym at dances, yo,” Reno added, from where he’d perched, in his chair. Which he’d dragged down just to sit in, because it was his chair, dammit, and Genesis had managed to snag it before him for the first few classes. “And knowin’ how to step around without breakin’ people’s feet is pretty useful, when you wanna impress a date, yo.”
Trips to the clinic were very rarely the hallmark of a good date.
Rarely, but not outside of the realm of possibility. Genesis merely looked pleased as he snapped his fingers and music began, a quick tempo’d dance.
“Pair up,” he murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear him, but only just. “And dance. Try to look like you’re enjoying it.”
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"You make the music sound like a virus."
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"It's not like you're sick. Dancing should be something you want to do; it should make you happy."
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He shortened his strides so that it would hopefully be easier for her to keep up.
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