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~St Venti's School for the Magically Gifted~
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → ~St Venti's School for the Magically Gifted~"Excuse me?" Adrik looked affronted. "I'm a nerd from Russia who spent his entire life studying and being bullied in between said intervals. Where was I supposed to learn to dance?"
Priya tripped over Mirej.
"I'm joking, Adrik.
You're not just a nerd. You're a cute nerd."
He winked at him.
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"You don't have to dance if you don't want to.
We're only doing this dance as friend, right?
Then I don't want to do it."
She shook her head.
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Mirej quickly caught Priya.
"...you okay?"
She mumbled quietly.
He frowned. "Look, I don't know what you're going on about, but I'm asking you to dance. So do you, or don't you?"
Priya gave a squeak and jerked free. "Ack! Sorry! Jennif-" She blinked. "Oh- who are you?"
She muttered.
She stared at the floor.
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"Fine."
Genya took a step away from him.
"I'll go."
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" 'S part of my charm, ya know? Being shy, it really...."
He frowned.
"What's the word? It's really...
Eh, never mind.
Yeah, as I was saying, it's all part of my charm to dazzle you."
"So you don't want to dance?" He frowned. "Well... okay. Then." He looked a little hurt. "That's fine."
"And how it's working," Adrik kissed him on the cheek.
"You will-?" Alexander's eyes widened.
Adrik laughed, leaning in, and tapping him lightly on the nose with his free hand, arm still wrapped around his shoulder. "This is nice," he murmured, studying Kaden's face with eyes the colour of melted chocolate. "It's..."
Adrik smiled back, albeit a little more shyly.
Isla whipped around to glare at the person. "What?" she snarled, frantically wiping her eyes clear from tears. But more just flowed to replace them. "What do you want?"
She didn't recognize the person. That was... okay. No one would believe them... maybe they didn't come here.
"Wow, girl, you're bawling. What happened?"
"Nothing?" she told him fiercely. "I'm busy at the moment. Please go away." She turned on her heel and gazed out over the railing again. She felt a light touch on her shoulder and violently recoiled. "Don't touch me," she ordered.
"Yeesh!" She felt him take a step back and relaxed slightly. "No need to be hissy! I'm not gonna hurt 'ya, so you don't need to bite me, kit-"
"Don't call me that," Isla told him fiercely.
"Got it, kitty. Nice to meetcha. I'm Stacey, but you can call me Stace."
For some reason, her guard was dropping. Her shoulders stiffened. What....? What was happening? Why was she... "I'm Isla," she said. "And I'm watching Ka-" She barely managed to cut herself off. She whipped around. "How did you do that?"
"Do what, kit? You were just telling me." He smiled with all his teeth. "Who's this 'Ka' guy? He cute?" [YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL YOU BI-]
"He i-" she cut herself off. "Stop it! Whatever you're doing, stop it!"
Adrik died because he didn't get a post, nm, nn, Kaden sad.
In a flash, a rather wicked looking knife, with a curved blade, was gripped in Mirej's hand.
Her dark eyes narrowed as she studied her opponent.
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Kaden started to laugh.
She dropped her knife into her pack and continued studying them. Their stances. The boy was relaxed. Unworried. The girl on edge in every way.
"W-What's so funny?"
"Me too." He adjusted his grip, breathing in the warm scent that seemed to envelop the whole world. The whole planet. He gazed up at Kaden. "What do you say... we try and dance? No matter how it embarrasses us? Because... it doesn't matter. Because we'll have fun." He trailed off and waited.
Isla met her gaze calmly. "You know, I thought I recognized you." Stacy was backing up, shuffling along the railing. "It's interesting, isn't it? Meeting here?"