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tampered2008-04-13 07:32 am
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LOG ; ongoing
When; Saturday afternoon, April 12th.
Rating; PG-13.
Characters; Naoto Fuyumine [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
markedbyname]. Zell Dincht [swallowmyseed].
Summary; Swing-cursed Zell invites Naoto over for dancing. And probably mockery.
Log;
As far as curses went, this definitely wasn't bad. Zell had been, so far, plagued by desires of the flesh, forced to share a bed with a stranger, and restricted to the confines to the tub when magically, blood had seeped out of every pore. And that was just for starters. Now, he was being followed by an invisible, excitable orchestra. But it could have been much worse.
It could have been the ticking.
Most days, there wasn't a single moment where Zell wasn't moving. That said, he was the very example of inhuman endurance. So dancing, twitching, and snapping for a few hours really hadn't bothered him much, especially considering how friggin' sweet the music was. A soundtrack to his everyday routine. Even taking a shit had been exciting, punctuated by foot-tapping and toilet seat boogie.
He knew he could dance. Being the beacon of sheer awesome that he was, he had an incredible sense of rhythm. He knew this! The fact that he'd been pretty much dragged into dancing classes in his youth (pre-Garden), courtesy of his mother, had only highlighted his inborn talent. Of course, this ego could've been the byproduct of a day filled with blaring horns and gin-soaked voices.
Ego or not, though, Zell was bound and determined to showcase his brilliance...and laugh at Naoto's clumsiness. Because surely, she wouldn't be able to keep up with the king of swing. At the sound of a knock at his door, Zell lowered the brim of his derby and strutted to the apartment entrance, snapping all the while, and threw the door open.
Rating; PG-13.
Characters; Naoto Fuyumine [
markedbyname]. Zell Dincht [swallowmyseed].Summary; Swing-cursed Zell invites Naoto over for dancing. And probably mockery.
Log;
As far as curses went, this definitely wasn't bad. Zell had been, so far, plagued by desires of the flesh, forced to share a bed with a stranger, and restricted to the confines to the tub when magically, blood had seeped out of every pore. And that was just for starters. Now, he was being followed by an invisible, excitable orchestra. But it could have been much worse.
It could have been the ticking.
Most days, there wasn't a single moment where Zell wasn't moving. That said, he was the very example of inhuman endurance. So dancing, twitching, and snapping for a few hours really hadn't bothered him much, especially considering how friggin' sweet the music was. A soundtrack to his everyday routine. Even taking a shit had been exciting, punctuated by foot-tapping and toilet seat boogie.
He knew he could dance. Being the beacon of sheer awesome that he was, he had an incredible sense of rhythm. He knew this! The fact that he'd been pretty much dragged into dancing classes in his youth (pre-Garden), courtesy of his mother, had only highlighted his inborn talent. Of course, this ego could've been the byproduct of a day filled with blaring horns and gin-soaked voices.
Ego or not, though, Zell was bound and determined to showcase his brilliance...and laugh at Naoto's clumsiness. Because surely, she wouldn't be able to keep up with the king of swing. At the sound of a knock at his door, Zell lowered the brim of his derby and strutted to the apartment entrance, snapping all the while, and threw the door open.