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 Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 8:48 pm
 Astrid x CaspianM U S I CS E T T I N G - Dance StudioD A T E - December 17th
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 9:34 pm
(( ` A S T R I D ❄ S O R E N S O N ))▀▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀ (( So It's Gonna Be Forever )) ▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀▀
DARLING, x I'M x A x NIGHTMARE x DRESSED x LIKE x A x DAY-DREAM.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIS x THE x HIGH x WORTH x THE x PAIN?
» » »_______ H u l d r a
Clothing: DanceLocation: Studio Company: Caspian
The aftermath of the mall had been… Well… annoying. She had hoped to get some alone time with Cas, but the man worried about everything! It was frustrating. She hated every second of it. The moment they were alone, it was because Anna decided to be a little drama queen and run off. Then Azazel followed. And of course, so did they. But at least shopping wasn’t a total flop. She was able to get a few new things for dance, and a few cute pairs of underwear.
The next week was filled with casual texting and dance practice. But, she had to be careful. All week, she worked on making it seem like she couldn’t get some of the moves down, though, Zus had been a good sport about it. She felt bad, making it seem like it was her fault rather than the behemoth’s. But he was so dang tall, so it wasn’t all that difficult to dumb down her skill to make it seem like the routine was just too difficult.
Astrid hurried from her dorm, her hair was tied up in a high pony to keep it out of her face. She wore shorts, even though it was getting pretty cold out, her tail flicking behind her as she moved. She wore tennis shoes and tall socks and a loose, cropped sweater with a sports bra underneath. When she reached the school, she slowed down to catch her breath, making her way towards the studio. If she was right, he would still be there.
The moment she reached the room, she opened the door slowly and poked her head in. She was smiling softly when she saw him, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her. “Hey, Cas. Can I ask you a favor?” She chewed at her lip as she fingered her shoes off, wiggling her toes and pointing them, trying to stretch her legs. “Would you be willing to help me with the routine we’ve been doing all week? I can’t get some of the moves right.”
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