#splitconscious

Kenny has been reserved for you, nerdface!

She didn’t know how to dance. At all. No dancing skill whatsoever.

Himari looked at the stranger, her eyes widened in curiosity — he was! Different and new! She was undoubtedly excited. She seemed to use the word “excited” a lot. But it described how she felt to the letter! So she never really felt the need to replace it. The ginger played with a few locks of her own hair as she stared up at him, and quietly muttered to herself; yes, yes, she very vaguely remembered a few steps from back when she was little and healthy and able to do these things with little effort.

Gracefully, in a word. In any case, the Takakura girl sure was graceless now! She inhaled sharply, and took both of Sei’s hands in her own — she was going to dance! She was going to do it! She hadn’t even taken a fitness class these past four years but she sure as heck was going to dance! R-Right? She didn’t want to second-guess herself: right, she decided. Himari smiled a quaint smile, and spread her feet — she was going to dance!

She, Himari Takakura, was going to dance like she hadn’t danced in over six years. Oh no. No no no. That didn’t sound good when it was all wrapped up into one sentence like that. That didn’t sound good at all. She didn’t like it. She wanted to take it back, maybe dancing wasn’t such a good idea after all —

Oh! Shehad already stepped on his foot in her miniature panic. Himari uttered a few words of apology, and promised to herself she’d continue on. She would! Definitely do this! She could dance, just wait, all you naysayers — there weren’t any naysayers here! Just herself. But that was okay, because she was going to dance regardless!

"Oh, oh! Okay, let’s dance!" she piped, practically bouncing on her heels. Quickly and without warning, she just went right into it, and did what she remembered: a step there, a step here, rinse and repeat. She only recalled four counts… that was more than nothing, wasn’t it?

Perhaps Sei could forgive her. It wasn’t like she had promised him a dance. It wasn’t like she knew his name. It wasn’t like — oh, would you look at that! She’d only tripped on his foot thrice thus far. She was getting better at this! However slow it might have been! Oh, what was she saying; she was going at a turtle’s pace, or slower. If that were possible. A snail’s pace, maybe?

After all classes were done and over with for the day, Ryuko found herself returning to the strength training room on occasion. It's one of her favorite classes, if not for the chance to keep herself fit and strong, then just to cut loose and let out some steam through lifting heavy objects. Of course that's not ALL that strength training is for, but hey, whatever works. Whatever Ryuko can do, she'll do while she's here. And while she's still enrolled in this academy, she'll utilize all its tools.

Every so often when she turns up, there are typically one or two students assisting in putting away some of the equipment for safe keeping; sometimes voluntarily and other times a teacher assigns them the role. She could easily help with that, and she's not overestimating her strength either. The girl's got muscle, after all.

Another student catches her eye-- a male trying to pick up one of the heavier barbells in order to put it away. Judging by the size, it's gotta be a 100 pounder. Maybe less. Maybe more. She can't see the etching. He looks like he's doing well enough, so Ryuko turns her back and--

          --THUD--

Oh. Maybe he's not so fine after all. She turned on a heel, rigid steel blues settling once again on the struggling male. He dropped the barbell. For his sake, she hopes that he didn't drop it right on his foot; that would be bad. Arms folded, she approaches him with a questioning look.

"You need help over there?" Ryuko tilted her head, brows knitted together. "I can lift that. You can go get the little baby weights over there." 

  Welcome to the academy! You'll be in Room #115 with Konoha! Study hard!