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The Roof, Thursday Afternoon
So Miley was having an issue with the rather noticable lack of world-class dance studios on the island. She needed to practice her choreography, and more importantly, she needed to let off steam. So that brought her and her giant pink iPod speakers to the roof in dance clothes, where she proceeded to blast one of her songs as loud as the volume would allow and get to practicing.
She had definitely needed a good workout for a while, and before long she was sweating and too hyped up on adrenaline to even think about stopping.
Enjoy the crazy loud music, Fandom.
[[Open roof, which is uncharacteristically devoid of emo!]]
She had definitely needed a good workout for a while, and before long she was sweating and too hyped up on adrenaline to even think about stopping.
Enjoy the crazy loud music, Fandom.
[[Open roof, which is uncharacteristically devoid of emo!]]

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So when he finally caught up with the transmogrified Sam and spotted Miley, he stared puzzedly.
With a honey badger in his arms.
"Jazzercise?" he joked, in lieu of a hello.
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Until she spun around, spotted him, and shrieked and leapt up.
"Sweet niblets, don't you say hello when you walk in on a dance practice?"
Like that was the normal thing to do, or anything.
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"I said... something sort of like hello," Freddie said, making a little sad face. "I think the music was too loud."
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Which prompted Miley to pause the music, then grab her towel off the ledge and sling it over her shoulders. That much dancing led to an abundance of sweatiness.
"Sorry," she said as she started to towel-dry her hair. "I was... sorta in the zone."
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"...Awww man, I just had found her."
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TRUE!
"But they're also nocturnal," she added. "You might have better luck checking at night."
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"Well," Miley offered, "I don't know about Fat Cakes, but I have a low-cal post-workout energy drink in my backpack. Think she'd go for it?"
...It was a good thing she wasn't the one who was actually responsible for her horse's nutrition.
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After playing DJ Mix Master with everything she could get her paws on.
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"Why did you do that?" he asked, just a little bit whiny in his tone.
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She followed the music up the stairs, then stopped, smirking a little, when she saw who was practicing. "Oh, hai."
Yes, she made that sound like a LOLCat.
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"One sec," Miley said in a rush, and then proceeded to run through some of the most elaborate pop dance moves she had in her repertoire, finishing with a twirl that left her momentarily airborne.
And then she landed, immediately reaching for her water bottle and towel.
"Hey," she panted, pausing the music and unscrewing the cap of her water bottle. "What's up?"
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And it was currently being kept in the safe confines of her bedroom back home. So don't be getting any ideas, Kenzi.
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"I guess H.M. could always get one etched on there," Kenzi speculated, putting on her shades and staring up into the sky. "I mean, it's hers and all. Why not?" She yawned happily. "Hard work. Yay trophies."
Kenzi would just steal someone else's, thanks. Work work work, bah.
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Which brought her to her next point.
"So," she said. "I can't help but wonder, uh, what brought you to the whole... naked and hanging from the dorm building thing the other night?"
She had already ruled out a misguided suicide attempt.
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