[ visual | floor eleven ] i'll hit the ceiling or else i'll tear up this town
[ it's something of a tradition, albeit one that declined as things in taxon sped up and spun out of control; dawn and river dancing ballet together. being as they're all stuck and in pajamas now, there's no better time to revive it than the present.
they're mid-dancing when dawn's tablet clicks on and so the rest of hotel california is treated to the sounds of whatever technically non-ballet aligned music dawn is blaring at the moment, and the sight of two tiny trolls re-introducing themselves to dancing together.
dawn wobbles on a turn and stops, laughing, as river continues triumphantly. ] You've gotten better and I haven't. [ she tries again and hits it this time, not quite as graceful as river but solid. when she stops, she sticks out her tongue. ] You're still a show-off.
( ooc: all replies will likely be trolled by both the tiny ones, ftr. )
they're mid-dancing when dawn's tablet clicks on and so the rest of hotel california is treated to the sounds of whatever technically non-ballet aligned music dawn is blaring at the moment, and the sight of two tiny trolls re-introducing themselves to dancing together.
dawn wobbles on a turn and stops, laughing, as river continues triumphantly. ] You've gotten better and I haven't. [ she tries again and hits it this time, not quite as graceful as river but solid. when she stops, she sticks out her tongue. ] You're still a show-off.
( ooc: all replies will likely be trolled by both the tiny ones, ftr. )