now this was an odd duo. [break][break]

she's met him before, once or twice. or a few times, actually. nice guy. a little eccentric, a little.. odd, but a nice guy. what confused her was how he decided to call her - her - of all people to a job that involved dancing. someone with two self-proclaimed left feet, but who is she to complain when it's good money? [break][break]

thankfully, now she has a hatterene at her side to be her eyes (through the use of psychic abilities, thankfully). she hums, softly, watching as a man (very ungracefully) lowers himself onto the ground, unceremonious in every sense of the word. still, there's something to be said about how amusing he was. it brought a smile to her face, at least. [break][break]

she kneels down, elbows against her knees leaning her cheek against her hand and, with an amused snicker says "it doesn't technically even need to be a dance" with a confident smile on her face. "it just needs to be something dazzling, nice to look at. something that'll make you see it and go--" she raises her hands, open palmed and shaking them in the air. woo. jazz hands "wauw, sparkle sparkle, what a show. that kind of thing~."

Astor Heroux

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”Nah, yeah, but with shit like this, ya wanna make a statement, man…!”[break][break]

For a moment, he threw his arms and hands up as much as they could from the angle he laid at before dropping them back onto the floor within an unceremonious manner. He hummed through the vents of his mask for a small while in thought, eventually shifting and pulling himself enough to at least roll over and onto his back. He continued to sprawl his arms and legs out, though.[break][break]

”I wanna give ‘em the old, sparkle, sparkle, wauw!’ man! I really do!” he continued on pursing his lips beneath the mask while absentmindedly tapping the back of his hands against the varnished flooring in a soft, yet quickened pitter patter. ”Give ‘em all the good old razzle dazzle and stuff, but like—... I dunno. Even if it gotta be a dance, it’s gotta be a dance, y’know? It’s a choreography! This is what they asked for, ain’t it?”

ARIADNE MAUCH [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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"a statement, huh?" she cocks her head - what kind of statement could be made, then? surely it would vary from coordinator to coordinator. honestly, she doesn't get why they don't just do this themselves, but maybe it's just her being old fashioned. who knows. so she hums, and gives a small shrug of her shoulders. [break][break]

"how about we figure out music to dance to first, then?" she tilts her head, pulling her phone from her pocket, keeping a hand on her hatterene's appendage to be able to see the screen "any sort of vibe we wanna go for?"

Astor Heroux

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