Today, of all days were the day.
The very day she wished she had managed to break a leg jogging — perhaps that was a bit too much. But for the sake of this, it seemed to be needed. A ballet troupe was not her idea of fun, it was an extracurricular that demanded what she could give to it. She couldn’t complain to much of it; Qun’mi had done this before since she was childhood stopped for the sake of… other things.
Re-joining was suppose to be a joke.
To be back in it was odd. That was besides the point of her wanting to die that day. As it was, partners were randomized and on this day, she would got to see who that was. For the very main part, to boot. In some Shakespeare as it was heard through the locker room rumors. Walking into the room in the appropriate attire; leggings and a tanktop with the shoes with, an unhappy expression coming over her face as she saw her partner.
Knowing of the guy, his name too; Nine, she assumed for the sake of memory. The height difference huge as she could see but she approached him before told anything. “You look ridiculous.” she uttered glancing over him, the over her sholder to the rest of the class. “As does the rest of the class.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Drop me and I’ll fuck you up.” Qun’mi stated before moving to the bar, gesturing for him to follow her before the mirror, with the rest of the students.
She had a feeling this was going to be a very non-serious class
Cursing his shitty luck, Nine still smiled at Qun'mi. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other, but he would be able to spot the sourpuss of a woman a mile away. And he would obviously go the other way unless he wanted a fight. Unfortunately, fighting was prohibited in the ballet area and so he would just have to be on his best behavior.
But only if she was of course.
"Ya look like a fuckin' flamingo. Let's jus' get this over with. I ain't too happy ta be with yer ass neither, hey."
He snorted as she tried to give him commands, but Nine just ende dup staring around at a lot of the other beauties in the class. He even winked at a few, but their partners were none too happy about that, so he grimaced and ended up looking at Qun'mi. It was a horrible thing to do because the second she lifted her leg onto the bar, he just wanted to laugh and so he clamped a hand over his mouth.
He was pretty sure she noticed, but he had to control it or else he'd probably die right then and there. Wibbling and wobbling while trying to keep his laughter under control, Nine placed his own leg on the bar and stretched. It hurt like hell, but maybe it was all worth it.
