room 403 | afternoon | friday | december 11
So, Hannibal really didn't have the excuse of recovering from the weekend not to start practicing this godawful dance. He'd been putting it off and procrastinating but with nothing else to do, he'd slipped the earbuds of his iPod in and actually spent some time listening to the song before trying to mimic the moves he'd seen on the video (which was not currently playing).
After ten seconds, he came to one conclusion: he was a HORRIBLE dancer. Tripping over his feet, going left when he should go right and just being totally out of rhythm. It wasn't enough to totally discourage him but it was enough to have him cursing under his breath and wishing death on all pop music.
[door is CLOSED but if you wanna knock or can get in, the post is open! awful work news = ESCAPISM]
After ten seconds, he came to one conclusion: he was a HORRIBLE dancer. Tripping over his feet, going left when he should go right and just being totally out of rhythm. It wasn't enough to totally discourage him but it was enough to have him cursing under his breath and wishing death on all pop music.
[door is CLOSED but if you wanna knock or can get in, the post is open! awful work news = ESCAPISM]