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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 22:01:29 GMT -5
Angel kind of wishes he didn't ask Nevin to look over his shoulder, but... He needed to know. The blond sighs, "I... I really don't know. I wish I did." He then leans forward and holds out his hand. "But here, let me help you onto your feet."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 22:08:44 GMT -5
Nevin reached out, warily this time - the shock from contact with Angel was what had started this mess after all - but nothing happened, and he allowed himself to be helped up.
Was he a little shorter than usual?
"Okay. So, I should probably put my shirt back on and find some way to hide this..... this." He gestured at his arms and legs. "Scales... damn. Somebody call the freak show." He shook his head. "I keep wanting to say this is your fault, Matthews. I mean, the whole thing did start when you kissed me. But I cna't bring myself to say it. I dont' think even you are enough of a witch to do soemthing like this. We need to figure out who's responsible, and fast. And then we can beat the shit out of them."
He paused... then suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"......................................or we could totally make this look like a costume for the showcase.....!"
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 22:27:01 GMT -5
"............." Angel's eyes widen for a moment, but then his creative side kicked in and his eyes spark with playfulness. "Oh god. That's perfect!" He felt something on his back twitch excitedly, but, he doesn't pay it any mind as he grins like a little kid. But he stops after a moment.
"Right. The showcase... Uh... When we leave from practice do you, uh, would you like to, uh... um..." For some reason asking the other if he wanted to borrow his jacket he usually wore seemed more intimate than when he was kissing the other. He clears his throat. "Would you like to borrow my ja-jacket?"
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 23:09:55 GMT -5
Nevin grinned.
"Really? You'd let me? Hmph. Thanks, dork." He winked, to let the other boy know he was teasing. "We could totally make the story about... about... a knight and a dragon."
A sort of inspiration dawned.
"Or an angel and a dragon? I dunno. Locked in a battle. A dance to the death. And then.... they fall." He put a hand to his heart. "Hopelessly. But the question is.... tragedy? Or redemption?" His tail twitched excitedly, swishing a little from side to side. "Wait... wait... when you lift me... I'll be... like, flying, see?" His wings spread again, the movement feeling oddly natural, which worried him - or would have, if he weren't so in the zone. "Then, when you pull me down, pull me into a drag... and then I'll fall into your arms... dead. If we decide tragedy."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 23:15:44 GMT -5
"Hmmm. Bad Romance is a pretty good song for tragedy," Angel muses before flushing rushing out. "NotlikeI'mintothatkindofmusicoranything! Don't give me that look!" He glares before clearing his throat once more. "Anyway. Yeah... yeah... That could work..........." That something on his back twitches again and he sighs. Its not an uncomfortable feeling, its like he's had this feeling before even, and he shakes his head.
"But... Nothing crazy, right?"
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 23:17:44 GMT -5
Nevin grinned.
"Crazy? Me?" He flashed his eyes at Angel; the calm, stable, predictable one in class. Even in the way he'd suddenly sprouted scales and wings, Nevin was never predictable, and never had much use for it. "Neeeever."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 23:27:07 GMT -5
Angel sighs and shakes his head, "Oh don't play stupid." He snorts. "Its not very becoming of you."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 28, 2015 0:05:36 GMT -5
"Oh? I didn't think you thought there was anything becoming of me, Matthews," he said with a sly grin, peering back over his shoulder with a fanged grin. "Anywway, crazy... maybe. I want to do something really complicated. Like.... did you see Janel and Val in Season 19? Their final tango, where he spins her across his shoulders? Most daring lift performed by a celebrity on the show? Yeah. I want to do soemthing like that. But it's only crazy if we're stupid about it."
He walked over to the wall and peered at the sketches.
"If we keep the rest of the moves simple but elegant, and leave the complicated stuff for the lifts, three days should be just enough time for us to learn it."
Another one of those backwards grins, and he flicked his tail at Matthews.
"Unless you're too chicken to try...?"
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Post by mesmu on Apr 28, 2015 0:36:46 GMT -5
Of course he's seen it. He watched that show religiously when its on, he's never missed a season since he was little. None the less he rolls his eyes. Yes, of course its only crazy if they're stupid about it and yes he's a bit worried because they, well, they may just end up hurting themselves more than anything. But... The other trusted him enough for this. Some part of him felt honored, some part of him felt annoyed, and some part of him felt like this was what he deserved all along.
But at the poking and pushing of the "chicken button" he snorts, "As if... Alright, fine. We'll do it your way, miss."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 28, 2015 0:48:32 GMT -5
He grinned.
"Alright, Mr. Matthews. Now, I'm obviously talking about the second lift. I've at least done a smaller, less ambitious version before, so no need to worry yourself about my conduct... just focus on not dropping me."
He frowned, playing over the clip in his head.
"The only thing I can think of is that we'll need to modify the dismount. In the show, he grabbed her around the back, if I remember correctly, so you'll need to do that in such a way as to maneuver around these things." He hesitantly waved his wings as if to punctuate his point.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 28, 2015 0:56:14 GMT -5
Angel hmms to himself and nods. "Well. As long as we practice, practice, practice we should be fine. But. Come back here." He moves his arms up and motions the other over. "If I can get a feel for where to hold you it will make this practicing go a lot smoother for the both of us."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 28, 2015 0:58:59 GMT -5
"R-right," he said, stepping over.
For some reason, it had been easy, earlier, to get so close to Matthews. Now it felt... awkward. Strange. Maybe he was just afraid of his new skin...
Or maybe, he was afraid that it would be easy, that it would still feel ridiculously good.
He felt his face heat up.
"I hope you know that when this is all over, I am going to murder whoever put us together on this showcase." He flashed a grin, though, as he lightly placed his bare arms around Angel's waist. "Still... bet you'll be sorry to go back to that diva for the final competition round."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 28, 2015 1:12:26 GMT -5
"Hey. High class bitches are my thing, ya know?" He gives a small, cocky grin as he moves his hands to place them on the other lightly, unsure if they're practicing steps or lifts or what right now. But. Regardless. He knows that Nevin is right. But he adds, as an after though, "Its mostly a pity because she isn't as pretty as you are, Miss." Did Angel mention that he didn't really swing for women despite what the rumors say? He didn't, whoops. All well.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 28, 2015 1:17:24 GMT -5
"Oh really? And here I thoguht you didn't swing for girls," he said with a grin. "Or am I not a Miss anymore?"
For the second time that day, he was in Angel's arms. Why did it feel so good?
"So, anyway, you were gonna practice moving me with these things in the way," Nevin said,, flapping his wings lightly to demonstrate, trying to keep his mind off of the way Angel's hands felt on his scaled sides.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 28, 2015 1:40:00 GMT -5
Angel raises a brow, "You are definitely a Miss... Just with a dick." The vulgar term slipping from his mouth with ease. Then he begins to move them to that invisible music again, this time he's making sure to keep an eye on where his hands are going so as to not accidentally hurt the other when he goes to lift him this time.
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