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"Ahh, excellent!" Kai cheered. He'd have to see about transferring to this dance class. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was a boy who appreciated dance. Most guys thought that made them gay, but he was secure with himself. Besides, he didn't think of himself as anything sexual orientation-wise; he liked everyone, both boys and girls. "Then I shall have to break out the old soft-shoe, ay?" Oh, and not having to do lunges and squat thrusts and pushups and ugh would be the best part. And he'd get to hang out with Nausicaa, which would be cool, too. He wasn't afraid of making a fool of himself trying to dance. Making a fool of oneself was basically what theater class was. 'Pride? I'm an actor, what is this pride you speak of?' was his motto.

Ahh, the smell of the chicken made his stomach rumble. Finally, he was at the front of the line and ready to talk to the barely-english-speaking lunch ladies. "Hi, could I get a spicy chicken sandwich, no pickles?" The little lady nodded and pulled a large square paper envelope-type thing out of an insulated box and handed it to him. Yep, perfect. "And can I get a little basket of fries, too?" With agility that only an agitated lunch lady could have, she produced the little paper boat laden with fried-yellow potato sticks, and God, did they smell heavenly. No one got as much satisfaction out of eating as Kai did. Once he artfully balanced the basket of fries on the paper package that held his sandwich, he one-handedly groped for his student ID card in his back pocket, making the lunch-checker-lady tap her foot impatiently. "Ah ha!" he crowed as he pulled the stupid thing out, handing it over. She pursed her lips in annoyance, scanned his card, gave a curt 'thank you, next' before giving it back. He shoved it back in his pocket and moved out of the line to stand next to Nausicaa, waiting for her to get her food next.

"I think we should sit outside," he proposed, eating a few fries while he waited on his new friend. "It's a nice day. At least, it's not windy, so my fries won't be decorating the parking lot. Again." He chuckled at himself. He really was hopeless with most things. By hopeless, he meant clumsy. It was one reason he didn't play sports. He didn't have any brain-eye-foot-hand coordination at all. He could barely chew gum and walk at the same time (even though gum was against school rules; he had the detention slip to prove it). Maybe dance wasn't such a great idea. It sounded fun, though, and that's all that mattered. Ohh, these fries tasted like ohgodyes. Osama Bin Laden himself could walk in armed with a rocket launcher and Kai would probably be oblivious. He really should start carrying snacks around with him if he got so hungry before lunch. Though, food in class was prohibited, he could claim to be diabetic and keep food in the nurse's office. Or just scarf it at his locker between classes; that could work, too. Good thing he didn't get pissy when his blood sugar got low, though, not like his step-dad; Jean went postal if his blood sugar was low. His mom wasn't the nicest person on the planet when she hadn't eaten for awhile, either. Kai just got sort of... pathetic. 'I don't care what you do, just feed me.' It was sad.

While waiting for Nausicaa, Kai started doing a little stationary dance. They played music between classes on the speakers, so there was a faint beat echoing into the cafeteria that he lightly bounced to. See? He was a perfect candidate for dance class! Just to check that his analysis was correct, the redhead looked out the glass doors that led outside to check the weather. Slightly overcast, but not overly windy or hot. Or cold, for that matter. He could handle cold; it was hot he didn't do so well with. And the fact that the sun made his freckles triple in number had a little to do with it, too. And sunburn. And bugs. And, just, no.