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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 7:36 pm
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As much as you would think a young male would like to fight, it seemed he was going to be more of a lover in the end. He had tried it once, the whole violence thing, it didn't sit well with him. He did find that dancing was quite his thing. There was a skilled art to it that he wanted to master and he hoped to be one of the best one day. Plus that meant girls would be watching. Not that any of them interested him now, but when he got older, it might come in handy.
His little rump wriggled to and fro as he swung himself to the right, his legs not moving as smoothly as he wanted. Then again he was young so it wasn't going to be perfect, at least not yet. Left paw here, right paw there, back leg right there and spin. Right when he thought he might have had it he tripped on his feet and went Ker plunk on the ground with a sour look on his face. "...I thought I almost had it." He said aloud to no one in particular.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 8:01 pm
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"Sorta." His brother's reply to the rhetorical statement was immediate, short, and to the point. Kouki watched Tamaki, his head tilted slightly as he rested it on his paws. Kou was the quiet one of the bunch, thoughtful and methodical. For all he acted, one might think he was a bit slow, but frankly it was just because he was good at choosing his battles.
And battles they were. He wasn't a fighter, either, though of all the siblings he had the most potential. While he intended to pick up what he could about fighting, he knew he didn't want to spend the whole of his life guarding the pride. He'd rather mingle, observe others. But most of all keep an eye out for his brothers and sister, perhaps especially his sister. And it seemed that, despite what their mother would have wished, they were all intending to be entertainers when they grew up. So he would be an entertainer. Perhaps give the ladies a chance to flirt and flock around a warrior-type male, since they couldn't really bother the guards with that kind of behavior.
"Maybe something else would work better. No spinning, or maybe singing."
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 6:25 am
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Kou continued to watch Tamaki, nodding when he tried again. This time he didn't fall over and it didn't look bad. Then again, who was he to judge dancing? He shrugged when his brother asked about singing. Tamaki wouldn't be bad, at least he didn't think so. Kou just wasn't sure what others would like. If Tamaki wanted to be an entertainer so badly when he grew up, it wasn't that he could do it or even if his family thought it looked good, it was what everyone else wanted to see. Frankly, Kou wasn't even sure he'd be up to snuff.
"Maybe," he replied with a bit of a shrug as Tamaki settled down next to him. It would be difficult to keep trying to look at his brother, considering the current angle, so he let his eyes slip closed, looking for all the world to be asleep. The silence that stretched for several moments helped to further this appearance until...
"You didn't fall over this time. Sounds like getting better to me." There was just a hint of a smile on his maw, amused over the question and his answer. If you didn't face-plant while doing something, that was definitely an improvement. It was why he didn't try dancing, he had no grace whatsoever.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 4:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:27 pm
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