Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131111043124

"Hmmm..." He went through the motions again, frowning when a step went awry. Usually, a single misstep, with his method of defence, meant death. But right now, it was just incredably frustrating.

"You've almost got it. That one step is the hardest part of this dance!" His teacher exclaimed. Nox gave her a dry look.

"This is the 43rd step, and the most crucial. Everything after hinges on this, and if I can't get it, I'm screwed." Came his glib reply. God, it was like homework all over again. Sighing, he resent, and went through the motions again.

He was a decent dancer, occaisionally attending parties with clients. But, this dance was to be the highlight of the ball, and he, for some god-forsaken reason, was chosen to dance first. With Tianee. The universe had a sick sense of humor.

He reached the step, and performed it flawlessly. Continuing, as it was just a repeat of earlier motions, the merc finished with a florish and twirl of his partner. Stepping away, and giving a formal bow, he awaited her commentary.

"That was splendid! Absolutely phenominal! If you ever decide to stop being a mercenary, I hope you persue a career in dancing! You'd do wonders!" She gushed. The teen rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Thanks. Anyways, isn't the ball in eight hours? Who all is going to be there?" He asked, and the woman smiled pleasantly.

"Well, you'll have the Montogs, the Schneefells, cousins to the Schnee Family you know, and-" He was now sorry he asked.

Nox really hoped Tianee was having a better time than he was...