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[memoirofadrmaqn]

[somewhere in camp there's a half-pike. not often used but still there, waiting. Today, it is not alone. Brittany Spears's Circus is blaring from a laptop, and a girl with paint covering her hands and clothes is dancing around it. Apparently the dance is impromptu as there's three and a half newly painted skateboard decks sitting next to the laptop

Comments

[capt_liarpants]

You're pretty good at dancing!

[memoirofadrmaqn]

Really? Thanks!

[capt_liarpants]

Yeah! But maybe you should leave the singing part to the laptop?

[memoirofadrmaqn]

[blushing really hard]

Well, if I had known there were this many people around, I probably would've.

[memoirofadrmaqn]

[quick zeroing of the gravity field around him until he's several feet off the ground then dropping him]

[memoirofadrmaqn]

God, seriously what is it with the loser group today?

[fill_the_blanks]

[memoirofadrmaqn]

[mostly back to just the dancing now since she only knows the chorus]

[fill_the_blanks]

Hey. Watch out for the irony in that last line.

[memoirofadrmaqn]

[a;sldkfj;alkj]

K-Kon?

[whenurgood2nana]

...

[memoirofadrmaqn]

[catches sight of her and kind of stumbles to a stop]

Um... yeah?

[whenurgood2nana]

The pop is kinda painful, but to each their own music taste. The dancing is actually really good...but that singing. You're doing it all wrong.

[memoirofadrmaqn]

Well, I mean it's not like I do it for a living or anything.

[gunsmoking]

When I crack that whip, everybody gon' trip just like a circus~

[memoirofadrmaqn]

Haha! H-hey Badou!

[gunsmoking]

--I WASN'T SINGING.

[memoirofadrmaqn]

[giggling over here]

Okay, you so weren't singing.