Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was in a good mood, sitting on the couch in the common room wearing a pair of new jeans and a new jacket as well.

... For whatever reason, the shirt that he was wearing with these new clothes was one of his smelly old plum-coloured ones.

He was humming to himself and juggling as he tried to plot out the details for his next big production. The one that his physical well-being was currently very dependent on.

Feel free to ignore or put money into the cup that he's set out on the table. He is accepting donations for his film-making endeavors.

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[dark_slippy_thing]

"Oh, does it?" Valentine was always one for a juggling challenge. That was the safe kind, after all.

He stood and continued to pass the balls back and forth, and then started to walk around her. "Nice and simple, hm?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not quite as simple as she had first stated, but well within her abilities. She may have been concentrating harder than usual, but she was able to keep up. Even managing a little flourish or two as she moved.

[dark_slippy_thing]

To say Valentine was grinning would be an understatement.

He was actually laughing a little as they went. Because, honestly, he hadn't juggled like this in what seemed as though it had to be ages.

He returned the balls with another few flourishes of his own. This was excellent.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

She was pushing herself to keep up, but it certainly was interesting. Unfortunately, Cassandra had never really had much of a sense of showmanship, so other than her occasional flourish, she wasn't really able to come up with anything else to add to make things interesting.

[dark_slippy_thing]

After they had made a full circle, Valentine flashed his most winning smile, caught the balls that he was juggling, and took a bow.

"Your presentation could use a little work," he mused, "but that was fantastic. Almost as good as me, I daresay."

He was so very modest.

"We simply must do this again sometime."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Um... sure? It was... interesting." He could totally teach her some showmanship.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Aha! That was a yes!

Valentine, ever the opportunist, was going to seize on that affirmative. You had better believe it.

"Excellent! Perhaps on a roadside, next time. With a little cup set out for change. Or, oooh, no, something bigger than a cup. This is a partners' act, now, after all. Ah! A bowl. That would suffice. Mustn't get too carried away, after all. The act is still young."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Okay...?" That sounded fine to Cassandra. Poor girl, she didn't know any better.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Fantastic! We don't have any musical accompaniment yet, but that Shawn fellow mentioned that he plays guitar, I'll have to keep on his case about that." Valentine was entirely in his element, here.

Because he was a manipulative oddment.

"I'll keep in touch, then. We can refine the juggling, work on your showmanship, build an act! We'll go places!"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Okay?" Was she supposed to sound enthusiastic and excited? Cassandra wasn't really sure.

[dark_slippy_thing]

She probably was supposed to, but Valentine wouldn't have noticed one way or another if she wasn't. He was rather caught up in his delusions of grandeur.

There was just something about finding someone who could juggle, after all.

"Okay!" Were there better ways to spend a day free of classes? Valentine could think of a couple. But were there more profitable ones?

Probably. But he wasn't about to wait tables for a few tips when he could be juggling.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Considering that Cassandra considered her job skills to be non-existent, there really wasn't a more profitable way she could think of to spend her day.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Perhaps we should work out a schedule of some sort," Valentine mused, still working on this a mile a minute without considering that his 'juggling partner' might or might not have an opinion on this. "Saturdays are certainly out. How are your Sundays?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Um... not very busy? I have class on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Sundays or Mondays it is, then," he gave a pleased clap of his hands. He had class on Tuesday, this worked nicely enough. "It all depends on what days our musical accompaniment is free, of course."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"I... I think I'll go back to my room now? I think?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I'll be seeing you," Valentine said, quite pleased indeed.

Ah, juggling!