tororu

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours. [ oooo. i didn’t see this yesterday im so sorry ] 

      Dancing was not his forte, his parents always took him to fancy parties where there was a dance floor for people who desired to slow dance with their date. On such occasions, Haru was always dragged along by his parents as a younger kid. Eight years old, and they forced him to take dance lessons so he could dance with the pretty little girl who sat at the table next to them. Haru was always bad at dancing, stepping on his dance partners feet, never successfully twisting his partner around in a full spin, never being able to finish a dance routine without accidentally injuring those who were willing to dance with him. 

     His school had it’s annual festival coming up, which always ended in a dance party. It was the time where you could show off just how much your parents spent on training you as a young child. Such activities only made Haru feel like a failure, never able to prove just how much his parents loved him by showing off his skills. The only skills he ever had were able to speed read 2 chapters within 3 minutes, and keeping his betta fish Cherry alive for more than four years. Those weren’t the skills his school looked for in a student. 

     One day this festival had come up in a conversation with Vanille, the girl who saved his precious key chain from damage that fateful day. They were out in the shopping district, going around looking for something to do on a lazy Saturday when Vanille asked him about his school life. She mentioned that most schools had festivals to show off the best of the best, and wondered if his private school did the same. 

     Harus stomach dropped in fear, and shrugged. He really plan on going to the festival, he never did. He always helped prepare for the festival during school hours, and then left before the party started

     Vanille asked him why he skipped out on the festivities, and instead just have fun. He was usually a fun guy, always smiling and making people smile, he seemed like the kind of person to go around and have fun with other people. 

      "I can’t dance."

     Rain was an odd force of nature. The smell of rain was beautiful, but the effects of the rain were disgusting. Rain made the gravel outside wet and made everything turn mushy, it was seconded to snow. Rainfall did bring life, and life was beautiful after all. Rainfall brought water, which gave plants the chance to and replenish their supply of food and other things. 

     Haru usually enjoyed such days where the water fell from the sky, but for some reason today was just not that day. He felt gloomier than usual, more gloomy than just the inside of himself. He was gloomy outside as well, not being able to project his trademark smile. 

     That was a thought Haru didn’t like. 

     There was only one good thing about that day, and it was being able to see Clay. Being with his friends really made him feel better, and it made him feel at least safe when he was around at least someone who didn’t dislike him. He knows it’s silly, very silly in fact, but he didn’t care. 

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.

☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.

Are you worried?

[Fingers halt in pulling open the door, cracked wood gently pricking into his skin at the action.]

It’s not that big a deal, so even if they do it won’t be that bad!

[A beaming grin, and then Hanon returns to entering the decimated building, one that had been lightly fenced off but with no other real security otherwise. Everyone had said it was haunted, so of course curiosity would get the better of the teen with a habit for investigating and questioning everything. Dragging a friend alone was just a bonus.]

Come on, let’s go.

     [ He looked nervously to each side and slowly shook his head. No, he wasn't worried. It was just a little creepy that he wanted to go into a haunted place so badly. Haru swallowed thickly and followed him inside the building. ]

     Alright... but I'm only doing this to keep you out of trouble, Hanon.

     [ Haru followed him closely once inside the building, the door shutting behind them quickly. The soft clatter of the door shutting startled him and he jumped, almost bumping into his friend. ]