fandomhighdorms | The Gym, Friday Morning

Kate had told Warren she'd flown away from the crazy when she'd come to Fandom.

Now she'd started to realize that actually, leaving home had merely been a jump off the top of a figurative building. Sure, she'd gotten some distance between herself and the mess at home. But now the mess inside her was starting to seep out.

Her wings weren't working yet. She was still falling.

It wasn't exactly the easiest of thoughts to deal with, so today was a very good day to come down to the dance studio, to concentrate on her body and to get her mind to shut the hell up.

Later in the day, she had plans with Jason. For hanging out in his room. This could easily mean talking, or a massive make-out session, or a fight, or something else. She had no particular vision for what she wanted to happen; she'd deal with whatever it turned out to be when it was that time.

But it wasn't that time yet. Some mellow electro pop was playing, and Kate was at the barre. Focused.

[ooc: As always, post is open for all your gym/dance studio/Kate-bothering needs. ~~SP warning for the next couple of hours, though.~~ I'm around!]

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She tilted her head a little and smirked. "You're not the only one with eyes and a need to objectify, babe."

"As long as everyone's been behaving," he decided. "Wouldn't want anyone overstepping boundaries. I'd call your brother and tell him he had to come down here and kick some ass."

Snort. "That would be hilarious. But never do that. Ever. I'll deal with overstepped boundaries myself, thanks."

"Awww, I wanna do a little guy in a suit take someone down," he teased. "Come on."

"You can go to Overland Park for that," she told him. "Only it'll take a lot of convincing to get him to do anything like that."

"I'd give him ice cream." Didn't all kids like ice cream? "And tell him stories about you."

[holy muddled words, batman. sorry about that last ping. wtf fingers. hannibal doesn't want to DO kate's brother.]

"I don't think he'd be interested in stories about me. And he can make his own ice cream." Pause. "Jazz records are better for bribing him."

[HAHAHA. I totally got it right the first time. Dunno what that says about me. But I'm pretty sure it's better than what your fingers tried to say about you.]

"I think he might be the first person to not want to hear embarrassing stories about his sibling," Hannibal said. "But, okay, no calling your brother to kick some ass. Especially if there's no asses to kick. Be a waste of a trip for him."

"Yeah, I'll settle for him mocking me when I give him the heavily edited version of my life here next time I go home," she said. "Everyone will be happier that way."

"You do this every week?" Hannibal asked, motioning to the gym. "The dancing?"

"I try to, once or twice a week," Kate replied. "When there's no random weirdness or drama happening."

"Don't jinx us," he said idly, shaking his head. "I might have to come down, see more of it. Maybe I'll pick up a pointer or two."

"We'll have you in pointe shoes doing quad pirouettes in no time," she teased.

"You're welcome to stop by. It's not like it's a big secret I come here, and I'm easy to find, with the music and all."

"You just want me to pull a groin, don't you?" he asked, laughing. "Because that's what would happen."

"That would be amusing, right?" No, probably not for him. "I'm all about the entertainment."

"I pull a groin, I can't dance anywhere for awhile." And while that would be awesome for him, he thought she'd have some issue with it. "Injury timeout."

"Wouldn't want that to happen, no. And speaking of which, how's your little number coming along?"

"It's---" Not going to be pretty. "---coming along. I'm just getting used to the damn song. I can give it a go whenever though."

Best to just get it over with. Seriously.

"Some day next week? You'll never get used to the song, trust me."

"I've got class Tuesday and Thursday so those are out," he decided. "Any other day, I can swing it."

And then he'd spend the rest of the night in his room, weeping off his humiliation.

"And I've got class Monday and Wednesday, so looks like you'll be spared until next weekend."

"Oh, joy," Hannibal said, all fake cheerfulness. "You can tell how excited I am, can't you?"

"Yeah, you can hardly contain yourself," Kate snickered. "And your oh-so-sincere joy."

"We'll plan for next weekend," he agreed, still sounding like he was about to go the gallows or something, "and if something comes up, plan for the week after."

"Nothing's gonna come up."

...Which was something no one living in Fandom should ever say.

"But yeah. Week after, if something does come up. And cheer up. It's all your own fault, anyway."