You're the kinda girl I'd take home to mom
WHO:Fakir, Rue
WHERE: Dance practice land
WHEN: January 9th, afternoon
WARNINGS:Bitching~
SUMMARY: Fakir and Rue attempt to practice their routine and probably just wind up griping and each other.
FORMAT:Bitchogrphs
She was late.
Fakir tapped his soft-shoed foot on the glossy floor of the practice room as he stared at the door across the room. Really, he thought, it had been her idea to do this routine, and he had been the one to arrive early, set everything up, and wait for her.
Minutes more passed, and eventually Fakir decided to occupy himself by switching the CD player on and allowing himself to dance alone, independent of the story or anything else but the music.
WHERE: Dance practice land
WHEN: January 9th, afternoon
WARNINGS:Bitching~
SUMMARY: Fakir and Rue attempt to practice their routine and probably just wind up griping and each other.
FORMAT:Bitchogrphs
She was late.
Fakir tapped his soft-shoed foot on the glossy floor of the practice room as he stared at the door across the room. Really, he thought, it had been her idea to do this routine, and he had been the one to arrive early, set everything up, and wait for her.
Minutes more passed, and eventually Fakir decided to occupy himself by switching the CD player on and allowing himself to dance alone, independent of the story or anything else but the music.