Gotta hit the ground dancin'

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Character(s): Tom Bronson, Oli Westcliffe
Location: The DAN 101 ballroom
Rating: PG at most
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed!
Summary: Two old buddies catch up on old times! Aaand Tommy's getting some badly-needed dance lessons since he barely passed the first time.

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Oli waves his class off. It'd been a hard lesson, some people had not been as receptive of his lessons and many of his male dancers needed a strong beat around the head. However, the faculty frown upon physical contact with the dance students. Well, negative physical contact at least.

He took his towel and wiped his face shaking his head into it, fluffing his hair a little bit. He looked to the side of the room and saw his long lost friend. He chuckled and waved back, sliding towards him elegantly. IT was the atmosphere that kept him in true dances check.

"Well, Top Cat! It's been a long time since I've seen you." He said with a grin. Giving him a spin and a bow before he walks up and opens his arms for a hug.

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Only Oli could make dance moves look masculine. Tom chuckles, tilting his head slightly as he watches him, "Missions do get in the way of that, don't they?"

Immediately giving Oli a bear hug (one-armed hugs just didn't do, especially since it'd been what, forever?), Tom lets go and resists the urge to ruffle his hair. "Looks like you're doing pretty well in the teaching department," Tom remarks, returning the grin with ease. "Maybe I'll have to audit it one of these days."

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Oli accepted his big bear hug and with a sly grin, channelled a little super strength into his hug. "Miss me did you?" He grinned, patting him on the back and holding him at arms length. "And yeah. Best teacher to ever teach them how to dance and to fight." He grins, punching his shoulder gently.

"Still smell of the old cigarettes then." He laughs. Hugging him again.

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"Course I missed you," He chuckled, folding his arms. "Not like metas keep popping up every day around here." Yeah, he knew the term was 'mutant' in Oli's world, but 'meta' just rolled off the tongue better. Or maybe that was just his own bias showing there.

At the mention of his scent, Tom manages a wry smile. "Darn," He laughs, "I thought I hid it well with the citrus. Maybe I should make it stronger before class today?" One of these days, it'd probably get him - and he knew it, after just about everyone lectured him on it - but at the moment, he was pretty content with his life just about the way it is.