[PRP] Shut Up And Dance (Zindel x Chiara)

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we were victims of the night
Branches off Bloodfest 2016, in the Time To Dance booth!

 

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At this point, Zindel was mostly just relaxed and chilling, having spent the last two days at Bloodfest barely participating in events and mostly searching the crowd to see if there was anyone he knew. He knew he shouldn't have been doing so, seeing as his friends were on the down-low for a reason, but... He couldn't help it, he wanted to see them with his own eyes to know they were okay. Glancing at the list of participating trolls in the Ultimate Showdown, Zindel's eyebrow rose to see the name "Faithe Keeper" upon the board, something that actually elated him to some extent-- Etsali!! She'd managed to get a good dance rating, which meant Chiara had something planned for them all. Honestly, he'd be content in just watching her plans, considering how terrifying they usually ended up being. He lightly adjusted his scarf before deciding hey, he should participate too! If only just because. When the last troll in the current waiting list finished, Zindel rose from his side on the side of the booth and shuffled over to the main "stage," deciding to dance once more, just for fun.

Etsali was a definite factor in his thoughts he noted, as he mostly swayed along to the beat of one of his favorite songs, but ended up being totally terrible in the dancing portion. It was, though, intentional-- He was doing something completely ridiculous on purpose to maybe get a laugh out of Chiara. This was Bloodfest, and trolls were supposed to have fun, right? He'd seen most trolls leave her booth talking about how it was a fun booth, and yet she was mostly just sitting there, watching, doing nothing. Maybe he'd pull her on the dance floor, if only to tease her. Actually-- "Hey, Chiara-- You sure judge a lot for a troll who I've never seen dance before!" He motioned toward the dance floor, offering a half smile. It was hard to find him in such a good mood, and yet, there it was. He then threw a fake punch at the dummy, but it ended up turning into a real punch, and rebounded right onto his nose. Zindel groaned. Of course this'd happen. At least he'd managed to make a good finish, ending up striding to the side and wiping the redblood dripping down his nose on his already red scarf. He glanced at Chiara, then motioned to the dancing area. "C'mon, don't be a stick in the mud." He said, slightly chuckling.

Micillia

she's still a weenie!

 

[Micillia]

Chiara laughed out loud as the redblood got knocked in the nose. Did he really think he was making a good show of himself? Really with how he was acting right now she should have ripped up his contract and taken all the beetles out of his bank accounts. Zindel tried to wipe the blood off of his face, but did a terrible job to be truthful. He still had big splatters of it all over his face. Chiara leaned back in her chair, judging him with her eyes. "Stick in the mud, huh?" She asked threateningly. He was really pushing, couldn't he see she was running a business her? There were trolls all around just waiting to be manipulated into earning her beetles. Chiara finally shrugged and stood up. Fine, he wanted to dance? Oh she would dance.

Chiara took the redblood's outstretched hand, and stepped in close to the boy. Her nose was almost touching his, their bodies quite close. Chiara grinned and quirked her head at him. "Well? Lead on Mr. famous dance master." She let the boy guide her in whatever "dance" he wanted to do.

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Zindel hadn't really thought about what he'd do after she agreed. Actually, he hadn't thought she'd agree in the first place, and the action of her getting up and actually taking the chance made him slightly short circuit. "Uh-- huh." Zindel fumbled over his words, remembering he was a redblood, she was a blueblood, and this was not his place. He couldn't and shouldn't have been anywhere near her, especially with keeping her normal attitude in mind before realizing-- In dance, he could lead. That was his domain, something he lived, breathed, and would probably die doing. He knew what he was doing, had known since day one, had practiced and taught himself with the best of his preforming group. "Don't tempt me, Miss Moteku." Zindel murmured, a light smile playing on his lips. She'd never seen him dance with another, only ever by himself.

So he let go.

Zindel didn't mind their bodies pressing for the initial beginning-- Actually preferred it, sliding his hand to her waist and no lower, daring to push a little closer, letting his nose actually touch hers as he smirked devilishly, feeling awfully different than normal as his eyes flashed with a knowing glint in them. It was almost like his performing self had taken over his natural self, and Zindel began to relax considerably. "Just try and follow my lead. I'll go slow, so if you get lost, squeeze my hand. I won't leave you hanging," He murmured, looking at her in the eyes-- "So trust me."

Zindel's eyes fell to below them as he started, pulling away from her a little to make some space for her to see her steps, guiding her gently, arms around her firm, steady. His hand rose from its place on her hip, falling a little more between her shoulder blades. "We go slow, slow, fast-fast, then slow. You move backwards--" He moved with her, guiding her, "--right, left, right... move left, then feet together. You got that?"

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Chiara was surprised by Zindel's leadership, and felt a strange ba-dump in her chest. She glared at the spot on the boy's chest, determined to make her heart stop whatever it was doing. Distracted, Chiara stumbled a step, and had to battle back any embarrassment. "Yeah, i got it i got it!!" Chiara growled as Zindel continued whispering the steps to her. "Left, left, back, right, whatever!" Chiara refused to look up at the boy. When had he gotten so tall? The height difference was far more noticeable when the two were close. Chiara mentally shook her head, still staring at her feet, concentrating on the steps.

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doki-doki

 

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Zindel had noticed her stumble, and while normally he'd tease her about it-- Normally, he wasn't showing her how to dance the tango, so. (Well. Maybe a little teasing wouldn't hurt.) "Alright alright, if you're so sure," He teased, grip a little tighter around her as he guided her back and forth, feeling a smile spread across his face as she fumbled and looked straight down. He stopped and loosened his grip, allowing her a chance to have her own personal space. He merely chuckled in response to her rush, using a hand to push a few strands of her hair away from her face. He hadn't thought of it before, but Chiara had nice eyes. He didn't get to see them like that, often. They were normally suspiciously narrowed, but he supposed that looked nice, too.

In that second, Zindel realized exactly what he'd done and froze up, releasing her. "U-uh, sorry," He stuttered, fumbling to the side, sliding a hand in his hair sheepishly and scratching his cheek idly. Zindel suddenly understood why Chiara found the floor so interesting."I-- Yeah. That's how it's done. I can show you to twirl too, if you'd like."

Micillia

BAH

 

[Micillia]

She looked up at him, his eyes were soft and gentle as he moved a stray strand of her hair. Were his eyes always like that? Chiara though for sure he could only look annoyed, scared, or rarely, cocky. Her own eyes lingered on his a moment too long, and she fled his gaze, feeling heat touch her face. Chiara picked a spot on the wall behind Zindel's shoulder, and focused on it, glaring. Zindel hesitated, and stepped back. Chiara's hand, and the spot where the redblood had his hand on her hip suddenly felt cold, making her realize how warm his hands been. Chiara shivered a little at the sudden cold. Clearing her throat, eyes still on the wall, Chiara grabbed Zindel's hand before he could slip it farther away. "No. Teach me the twirl."

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Adjusting his jacket some, Zindel decided things were getting a bit strange, and that he could go visit another booth, maybe, cool down some. The hand sliding into his own stopped him, however, attention snapping toward the bluebloods face before looking at her hand and feeling his face flush slightly. "Uh-- uhhuuhh. Okay." The redblood stumbled over his words again, turning around and closing his mouth, pursing it some. "You just gotta... Sort of..." He slid his hands around her again, actually conscious of what he was doing and trying to ignore any thought that came to him as he moved her around carefully. He showed her the steps, demonstrating them first before getting into anything too strenuous. A moment of clumsiness overtook his feet, almost releasing her mid twirl, but his grip tightened, and he righted her soon after. Zindel stopped. "That's all." He said emptily, but didn't release Chiara just yet, hands enjoying her warmth. He then moved to release her.

Micillia

edit: unsure if you had something in mind for this part oops

 

[Micillia]

Chiara finished the twirl and landed back in Zindel's arms. For a second she thought he was going to just send her spinning like a top. Which, although funny, and potentially fun, would not be socially acceptable. Maybe she would try that back at the hive... Without Zindel of course. For now tho she was acutely aware of where both her and his hands were. He stepped back to release her and Chiara, hesitating only a second, stepped back as well. "Well... " The blueblood said, "fixing" her outfit. "So i guess that's all it is to becoming a dancing legend? Cuz, you are aiming for that, right?" Chiara figured some half threats are what they needed to get things back in their usual mood.

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Zindel watched her straighten up, hands digging deep into his pants pockets as she spoke up, commenting on his supposed goal. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Did he want to become a dancing legend? Was that his real goal? He loved to dance, but it'd never been his fuel, his desire to live. Just surviving in itself had always been his goal. Now, it was surviving with his friends, but that was paradoxical, considering. Zindel realized in that moment-- He technically already achieved his first goal. He was safe, already had the protection of the bigwigs-- Of the biggest wig, if he brought Regina into the picture... So, what was he going to do with it? Did he want to become a dancing legend? He'd think about it later, but until then... He just nodded. "Yeah." He murmured with a half smile, the white lie sliding out of his mouth easier than he thought it would. "And you want the world in your hand." He chuckled, tilting his head. "Right?" He lifted a fist, offering a fist bump with a sheepish, lopsided smile. "We got this."

Micillia

<3

 

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Chiara gave Zindel's gesture a look, then rolled her eyes and completed the ritual fist bump. The redblood had been so smooth for a minute there, but Chiara grinned, she liked the silly Zindel as well as the smooth Zindel. Not that she would ever admit to either. They were business partners, that was all. Chiara nodded her head to the front of her booth. "Welp, better get back out there. Who knows when ill find the next big star to make you actually work for your fame." Chiara said, lightly punching the redblood on the arm. "I gotta keep ya on your toes, Zindel!" Chiara called as she turned to return to her thrown of judgement.

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