"i think you're picking the wrong person to ask."[break][break]

and asked the worst person to take this job on with her, too. marisol doesn't dance; she researches, and she holes herself up in her lab to perform experiments. not.. whatever this all looked to be. honestly, it looks exhausting and sounds tiring - moreso than what studying could do to her. [break][break]

for a time, she was sitting down in a chair, with a small folding table at her side that could act as an arm rest, along with a bottle holder for water. one leg is crossed over the other, and her cheek is rest against the knuckles of a closed fist. ".. first of all, do we have an idea for what kind of music they'd want to perform with?" her eye narrows to her phone, and she flicks it on with her free hand "unless we're in charge of that, too."

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”Honestly? Fuck if I know, man.”[break][break]

All things considered, the only thing she was really told was that they needed some sort of choreography—or even just a routine, altogether, even if it wasn’t even a dance—to deliver to some contestant. She hummed for just a moment in thought in an attempt to recollect the details, only to come down to the conclusion that they had jack shit to work with.[break][break]

She clicked her tongue softly, squinting at the mirror before turning faintly, glancing over her shoulder to eye the person with her properly.[break][break]

”Can you c’mere with the phone really quick?” she asked, nodding towards her before pointing loosely towards the floor closer to her. ”This shit’s normally up my alley, but, like—... I dunno, maybe I need a fresh pair of eyes, this time around? Fresh something?”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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ah yes, throwing them into a job without any kind of guidance. it feels like her childhood all over again. [break][break]

"i'm almost spiteful enough to make the dance unnecessarily complex.." her words slip through a hum as she continues to stroll through her phone, browsing through the plethora of music that she's all unfamiliar with. they'd better be paid handsomely with this, otherwise how are they supposed to create an entire routine when they don't know what pokemon are going to be participating, what kind of image someone is working for, and what kind of genre they're supposed to even work with? [break][break]

the woman glances from her seat and - exasperated, but quickly - gets up from her seat with phone in hand. the screen is still on when she holds it between her fingers and her thumb, though she narrows her eyes away from the dimmed screen. ".. if i recall, your roommate has a taste for dance music, right?" the woman quirks a brow, tilting her head "we could try asking her."

Astra Faustino

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Well, fuck.[break]
She was the one that said it.[break][break]

Not like her intention behind calling her over was too far off the dot, anyways, but still. As the other woman began to talk, the auburn eyed ranger merely clicked her tongue and began to roll her hand and wrist quicker and quicker along as a gesture of impatience, seemingly more focused on getting her to be quicker.[break][break]

”Yes, and yes— but also, no.” With a casual grin, she reached out for the other’s wrist once she’d finally found herself close enough to do so, tugging her along to stand by her. ”See, the thing is that she’d probably be able to help— if she was here.”[break][break]

With a hum, she reached over to pat her shoulder.[break][break]

”Buuut, she’s not, so the only other person I can get a second opinion from is you, booboo~.” With an exaggerated flourish, she gestured repeatedly towards the mirror. ”Plus, ya did just say you were tempted to be complicated and shit, so go for it, bitch~! I’m waitin’.”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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.. she doesn't understand. [break][break]

why not use the people around you as resources to get a job done? why not reach out and ask when dancing and pop culture is one of her main weaknesses? if we're going to talk about music, she can play the piano, but it's nothing that can help them here. her eyes widen and brows furrow. unbelieveable. [break][break]

astra's suggestion takes her aback even more. suggesting that marisol dance? "no way." she gives a quick answer, with no time for hesitation or consideration to seep through "i can't dance, and i'm not going to embarrass myself like this." a dulled gaze glances to the laminated floor.[break][break]

"... i can try to help with the music, but i'm not good at dancing, or pop culture." it's why she was okay with coming here with you.

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”Look, bitch, it’s only embarrassing if you think it’s embarrassing~!”[break][break]

With nothing short of a spark of mischief within her gaze, the ranger narrowed her eyes as a grin stretched further across her lips. A hasty hum escaped her as she nudged the woman alongside her a bit more forward, only to take a couple, quick paces to join her side as she began—...[break][break]

Shimmying?[break]
Was that the right word? Shimmying?[break][break]

Whatever the fuck she was doing, she was doing it in a stupid way, honestly. One hundred percent exaggerated and directed right at her uncomfortable friend, over there.[break][break]

”Dancing is all about feeling yourself and the music, a’ight?” she added on, pursing her lips while beginning to nudge at her more. ”The key is confidence, girl. You can be the freakiest bitch on the floor, but if you got the confidence and energy to back it up, you’ll also be the hottest bitch ever, dude.”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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it's embarrassing if she doesn't know the next thing about dancing. [break][break]

no amount of disgust can be described as she scrunches her face at her.. dance partner's actions. her lips press thin and into a line as she's (very reluctantly) nudged closer to the open space. there's no music playing, and now this woman here just looks like a moron. confident, but still a moron, as she exaggerates her motions. clearly in an attempt to coax her into moving along. disgusting. [break][break]

"ugh, alright, alright." the free hand reaches up to gently rub at the bridge of her nose "give me a moment.." her eyes glare at the phone screen as she idly taps the first song that pops up on the feed, then she walks over to the stereo that sits not too far away. she doesn't know what song she put on, but it starts.. bouncy? [break][break]

whatever. there's no use thinking on it while walking back to her eager dance partner. although her fingers tent, and now that she's here.. what the fuck does she do?

Astra Faustino

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…This shit wasn’t what she was used to, but she could work with it.[break][break]

It definitely was a bit bouncier than she thought it would be, but after a few seconds of squinting into the mirror and getting a feel for the tempo, she grinned while beginning to match the bounce of the song while turning towards the other trainer.[break][break]

”A’ight, bitch, LOOSEN UP—!” she yelled, immediately and rapidly kicking her ankle in an impatient attempt to get her to move it. ”FEET APART. HANDS ON THE KNEES. CHOP CHOP, BITCH.”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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if you would like to know mari's thoughts, here's a first class ticket. [break][break]

she hates it here. [break][break]

"i--" she starts, her hand only half raised before she could finish the thought. what.. in the blazes was this girl thinking of doing? clearly, not something that she was all too amused about. but with the music playing, and knowing that she wasn't going to be let go unless she played along any time soon, she (reluctantly) moves with her command. marisol spreads her legs a bit, and sheepishly lowers her hands to press against the top of her knees. [break][break]

"what the hell are you doing?" please, for arceus' sake, don't let it be anything too ridiculous.

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”Teachin’ you how to twerk, booboo. What else?”[break][break]

She had the cake to do it, after all, and one look over was all it took for her to reaffirm that.[break]
…Man, was a single look more than enough.[break][break]

But this wasn’t the time to get distracted and shit. …Not too much, at least. So, with a loudly exaggerated sigh, she simply stepped over a little bit more, slapping the woman’s back a few times.[break][break]

”Drop down a bit and arch your back down. Lift up and arch your back up.”[break][break]

With a dramatic slap onto her knees, she assumed a similar form before doing just as she directed.[break][break]

”Baaack and forth. Uuuup and down. You’re gonna wanna pop your ass a bit each time.”

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mission: coordinator choreography

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"no." [break][break]

no way, there was no way she was going to drop and twerk. it was.. way too embarrassing, and frankly, she doesn't think she has the body for that sort of thing..? granted, she wouldn't know. she's never done it before. marisol is this close to lifting herself back up and standing straight, and forgoing this entire thing - but she knows that if she backs out, her friend here will only try to find another way to drag her into doing.. something. [break][break]

dancing is truly being stuck between a rock and a hard place. [break][break]

"there's.. really no other way?" she asks, furrowing her brows as locks of ashen grey fall over her shoulders, and part along her back. one look at the woman tells her that there isn't another way, or she'd find a way to get marisol to do this, anyways. so with a sigh, she attempts to arch her back a bit. [break][break]

then tries to do as instructed, before a hue of red reaches her cheeks, and tinges the slights of her ears "th-this is ridiculous.."

Astra Faustino

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…Oh.[break]
Oh, honey.[break][break]

As encouraging as she’d been about the situation at hand, she found a faint scrunch surfacing upon her expression as she watched the woman by her replicating her directions to the best of her abilities. At first, the ranger, herself, had remained within a similar form after offering a quick means of show and tell.[break][break]

She slowly began to stand properly before long, batting at the other’s shoulder gently.[break][break]

”Okay, nevermind, I take it back, girl,” she said, pursing her lips— though not without a continuous, teasing smile continuously underlying in amusement. ”Y’need to loosen up, but maybe dancing ain’t it for you. You literally look like you’re gonna fuckin’ snap something—”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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she feels violated. [break][break]

and the hue of pink on her cheeks isn't doing her any favours. marisol is seldom flustered or embarrassed, but this is reaching way above her pay grade. she'd better be getting some good money if she's going to have to humiliate herself like this, again. "we'll leave the choreography to you." she huffs, instinctively holding her hands against her rear as her brows furrow a bit more prominently. [break][break]

her tongue clicks as she raises her fingers to gently ruffle at the peekaboo bang that sits over one odd coloured eye, and her lips are curled to a frown. "how do you even do this...?" she grumbles as the red hue settles, as the embarrassment is rapidly replaced with irritation. "without feeling embarrassed? you're literally shaking your ass for all to see."

Astra Faustino

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