ITP: LET'S DANCING LOVE

[nutsaflame]

[The tables have been pushed up against the walls of the Mess Hall. Inside the lights are dimmed, and the Monster Mash is playing. A blue-haired fellow seems to be gyrating in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, surrounded by zombies who are trying to mimic his hip movements. The end result is that the zombies usually break in half

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[nutsaflame]

[Dancing up a storm, shaking his groove thang, generally not noticing you.]

[nutsaflame]

Oh! It's you!

[justblend]

[... quietly judging you]

[nutsaflame]

Man, you wish you had moves like these.

[justblend]

I think there are several reason why women would want to run away from you, signore.

[nutsaflame]

Then I guess it's good you aren't a woman, huh?

[thearchemage]

[Judgingggg.]

[nutsaflame]

[Oh a small pink-haired girl is judging me, this seems familiar...]

[thearchemage]

What kind of dancing is that supposed to be?

[nutsaflame]

The kind of dancing that's a mating ritual.

[Yes, he actually just said that.]

[ahymntofunbuns]

[edging to the walls now]

[nutsaflame]

Man, get out here and dance! Show these zombies how it's done!

[ahymntofunbuns]

I'm still trying to figure out why someone is dancing with monsters of all things first!

[nutsaflame]

They're men first and monsters second. And it's my job to help them learn how to attract the girl-monster of their dreams!

[holysiscon]

*you know what, I'm crazy and possessed and still judging you.*

[nutsaflame]

What's your problem?

[holysiscon]

...you smell gross.

[nutsaflame]

And you're wearing the world's girliest top.