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[notso_princely]

[[Mytho stumbles out into the streets, frantically scanning his surroundings for any familiarity.  He's dressed in cargo shorts and a hoodie.  Just a few seconds ago, Mytho filled Fakir's and Autor's lockers full of sequins and sparkles, and was immediately locked into the nearest broom closet by them as a form of retaliation.  Then, he blinked,

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[notso_princely]

...Wear pants.

xD ohohoho this is sweet

[notso_princely]

[[He blinks, watching as the other him turns away.]]

...Does that mean, that this guy will do WHATEVER I ask?! I don't care if he looks like me, this is AWESOME!

Aaanndd...when you're done with that, come back out here and...stand on one foot for me!

[notso_princely]

[[Oh yes, no interruptions here. Instead, a wide WIDE grin spreads across Mytho's face.]]

...This is awesome...

[notso_princely]

[[...Mytho's amusement shatters as he slowly realizes what this Myuto is doing. His eyes widen in dismay.]]

...You...do ballet?

...BALLET?!

[notso_princely]

W-W-W-WHY!? OF ALL THINGS TO DO, WHY DO YOU CHOOSE THAT?!

This is turning into a NIGHTMARE!

[notso_princely]

F-Find something else to do with your time! Go...uh...play a ball game or something! Anything! Anything at all to preserve my masculinity! Dream or no, this has gone TOO FAR!

[notso_princely]

Yeah! Uh, like basketball! Or dodgeball! Especially dodgeball. Hella fun!

But not BALLET!