Thirty Third Song

[mysticalvender]

[So, Lorne's wandering through the lobby, headed off to wherever, flicking through the pages of his journal]

I sure hope Freddles is okay, she only goes to ground when she's been real shaken up. She's probably writing on the...

[Thunk. The journal hits the ground, open of course, as Lorne begins the Dance of Concern. A lot of high-kicking head

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[herwaltz]

[currently on a couch, flipping through the journal. she stop when she hears Lorne yelling and glances over with this look]

Nice high kicks!

[mysticalvender]

[Yeah, you know what you're getting? You're getting the Dance of Sarcasm. Skip, skip, twirl]

Oh yeah, thanks. I'm thinking of auditioning for swan lake.

[herwaltz]

You'll do great!

But really, what's up? [journal gets put down]

[mysticalvender]

[Shimmy, bounce, head-slap]

I can't stop dancing...ugh, like they do.

[herwaltz]

[mumbled] Because I really know who they are.

Who?

[mysticalvender]

[Swish]

My family.

[herwaltz]

Your family... dances?

[mysticalvender]

Uh huh. [Hot-potato] To express emotion. They're weird.

[herwaltz]

Well, I think keeping up tradition can be a good thing. [slight snicker]

[mysticalvender]

[Heel stomp, turn]

Not this tradition. I'd take sitting on hot coals over this tradition.

[herwaltz]

[clap clap!]

Not me!

[mysticalvender]

[Oh god, kill him now. Hand-jive]

Wow, you must really like humiliation.

[herwaltz]

But you sitting on hot coals wouldn't be nearly as entertaining.

[mysticalvender]

Oh har de har har, it is to laugh. [Shoulder waggle]

[herwaltz]

[and she does so, just for emphasis]

So... how's sleep gonna work?

[mysticalvender]

[Frowns as he begins the Dance of Uncertainty]

I wouldn't be able to have any sle... [...Oh balls] Yeah, that would end really, really badly. Someone would have to, you know, give me a sharp blow to the noggin.