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Self-Expression- Monday- 4th period

Class was in the Danger Shop today, which was done up to look like a small gym. Kitty had figured that there would be more than enough room, plus anyone who had to deal with small children could take them off to the side if there were any problems.

With her was Lexi, who looked really pretty excited about being in class. "Hey, everyone," Kitty said. "Once again the usual plan got thrown out because of Fandom, but that's okay. For anyone new in here, I'm Kitty and this is Lexi, and today we're going to work on self-expression through a dance party. Yes, you have to. Don't be shy, we're here to have fun today."

And then she hit play on the totally safe, kid-friendly pop music and you all were just going to have to deal with it.

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"Well, we're in the middle of a mini dance right now," he said, glancing around and snickering. "We can not dance-dance...together."

He made a face at that. "I mean, around each other."

"I wouldn't mind dancing together if it weren't so...bouncy," Celia said, wincing a bit. Because that sounded intelligent, didn't it? "I can...waltz. I have no idea how to dance to this in the first place."

She glanced over at her supposed child and her flailing limbs. "I guess that she has the right idea, actually."

"I think this is only meant for that kind of dancing," he said, nodding at Celia's daughter. "Which I think might give me a headache if I tried. I can't even waltz."

"It's just counting. I could teach you," Celia said, watching Margaret. "But I think if I danced like that, I'd simultaneously split all my laces and pull a muscle. And then I'd need a nap."

An extended nap. She was going to sleep for the next day, once Margaret was gone.

"You might be dooming your feet if you wanna teach me to dance," Will said with a little laugh. "I don't think my capabilities can help me there."

"First of all, you don't know that," Celia pointed out. "And more importantly, even if your abilities won't help you, mine will. You can step on my feet all day, and I can just fix them. Or I'll magically reinforce my shoes. And besides, I doubt you're that bad a dancer."

"Yeah, but I don't want to be the cause of you having to fix your feet," he said, wincing at that. "That just sounds painful."

"Then let's call that a last measure," Celia said. "For use only if you prove me dead wrong and are truly as terrible on your feet as you've said. You're doing fine now!"

With the vague shuffling.

"I'm barely moving," Will pointed out. "A statue would be moving more than I am right now."

"And look at you not injuring anyone with your statue-like dancing," Celia pointed out, smiling. "It's all right. I'd rather keep dancing like this than waltz, anyway. I'm sure dancing -- of any kind -- is fun with the right partner, but I've yet to find one I like enough to do it willingly."

Will tucked his hands into his pockets which meant he moved a little more so hey, success. After that, he kind of stopped moving again.

"I'm sure you'll find someone you like enough to dance with," he said, smiling a bit. "Maybe even before the next dance."

"We'll see," she said, eyeing him. "I think it's far more likely that I'll end up in another dress that makes me look foolish and hiding in another corner. Or by the food table, since it sounds like there was better company over there, this past time."

Will blushed a little again and hid a laugh by looking down at his feet.

"I doubt you looked foolish," he told her with a shake of his head. "I mean, you're pretty. You know that, right?"

Celia was kind of staring with her mouth slightly open, at that. So...no, not so pretty at the moment.

She caught herself quickly, though. "Um. No. I mean, no one...tells me that. Ever. Thank you." And here she'd thought she'd hit her capacity for blushing already.

"You're welcome," he said, laughing quietly. "Sorry to make you -- "

Well, blush. He laughed again.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Celia said, still flushed but smiling, at least. "It's nice to hear, is all. And rare. You're -- well. The boy equivalent of 'pretty,' I suppose. Handsome. You know that, right?"

"I'm not but thank you for being nice," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe I'll grow into...myself."

That made no sense. Well, maybe a little sense.

"Oh, come on now. It's my opinion, so it's as true as I say it is," Celia argued lightly. "You don't need to grow into anything. I think you're -- you're nice as is."

Eloquent.

"Well. Thank you," he said, resisting the urge to argue that. "We'll see how you feel if the whole dancing thing ever happens and I step on your feet and cause pain."

"We'll see if that even happens," Celia replied, raising a brow at him. "The foot-stepping, I mean. I've been warned for it now so I feel quite well prepared to protect my toes. Maybe I'll invest in armor-plated shoes."

"Hey, you have to get me to dance before any foot stepping happens," Will pointed out. "And I'm really not sure that'll happen."

Because he thought himself uncoordinated in certain situations.

"Fair point," Celia mused. "My toes will remain safe if you continue to refuse to dance. Though I admit I'll take it as a slight if I ask you and you say no."

She was mostly teasing. There was very little chance of her ever asking anyone to dance.

"If you asked, I probably wouldn't say no," Will admitted, cheeks pinking up. Again.

Celia smiled, finding blushing much more charming in others than in herself. "I'll keep that in mind for the next dance," she replied. "If I don't hide in my dorm room during it, that is."

"I probably wouldn't blame you, if you did that," he said, chuckling. "I thought about doing that for the last dance but I dunno."

He shrugged. "I would have gotten bored, I think. I'll look for you at the next dance."

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