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Horace allowed himself to be dragged with very little resistance. "Dude, where's the ********' fire?" But he grinned too. Dylon's good mood was forever infectious.

"I've got all the time today, so you're in luck." He sing-songed. And then he proceeded to bug Dylon about what the surprise was incessantly until they reached his room.

Horace's eyes lit up. He... kind of wanted to take it apart and figure out how it worked and then put it back together. But it was Dylon's and... what had he just said?

"I don't need to woo ladies, like you, you pleb." He shoved dylon in the shoulder. "And I'm quite sexy enough, thank you. But I will deign to let you teach me your methods, Casanova." He shot a look at the stereo and then back at Dylon.

"Wait.... did you say k-pop?"

With the ease of someone who has been in a room many other times, Horace walked over and flopped across Dylon's bed. He tried not to think about all the dirty deeds done there. Propping himself up on one elbow, he rolled his eyes. "I know what k-pop is - that's why I'm worried." But he was grinning.

"But I've already agreed, Show me the ropes, oppa." With his free hand, he moved his index finger round in a circle. Surely Dylon would demonstrate first. ...Or he could just try to drag Horace off the bed.

With a half-hearted grumble (it did, after all, sound kind of fun), Horace left himself be dragged off of Dylon's bed. He stared at the radio as the familiar strains of music filled the room. Horace began to hum along, grinning.

"I am the spry-est!" And Horace threw himself into leaning the dance. Threw. He wasn't terribly co-ordinated.

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After falling over twice and smacking into Dylon, he turned to the other man with pleading eyes. "Why is this so hard? And why are you so good at this?" He cocked his hip out.

"Did you listen to a lot of kpop back h-" Home. He paused. That word didn't really seem... right anymore. "-before the island? In between your long hours wooing women, of course." Horace knew Dylon wasn't all womanizer, but it was the funnest thing to needle him about. He poked Dylon in the arm and cracked his neck. How did the pop stars do it?

Sometimes, Horace wondered if everyone was really different before Deus. It was kind of like going online to talk to people - how an online persona was different than in-person. He ran a hand through his hair. What an odd thought.

"D'you think we should start a boyband? I can sing alright, even if I can't dance as well as you." Horace snorted at the thought of himself in the skimpy outfits kpop girlbands wore. Booty shorts were not meant for everyone.

"How many siblings have you got?" Horace always liked hearing about sisters, brothers, things he didn't have. "You know Korean? If so, what the ******** is the Gee song even about?" Horace looked at Dylon, his eyes saying 'feed my curiousity'. The urge to pepper Dylon with question after question was strong.

He stretched and popped his neck. "Hot Topic? Can't it be like... less gothic-y?"

"Four? Damn, I always wanted siblings. I'm an only child and it sucked.All younger? Older?" He shot his friend a look at the play-acting. "And hush, I know you ain't about to fall in love like that." He elbowed him sternly in the side. The song itself was romantic, though. Horace didn't often feel the romance of pop songs - they were catchy and that was it. This song was no different, but he pouted and batted his lashes right back at Dylon.

"Unless, of course, you wanna fall in love with lil' ol' me~" It was said in the most simpering, sing-song voice he could muster. Then Horace snorted, ruining the image. "I'm not gonna be caught dead in some metallic booty shirts, I'm just saying."