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[brobeforehos]

Okay, that's been the third weekend in a row that I've spent with a book and one comfort food of choice, and I'm not even depressed. I don't think I am, anyway.

All that talk about homelands and what people used to do when they were home, well - I used to go out, almost every weekend. Don't get me wrong, grades were never a problem, school was never a problem, not counting my 'exhuberant appearance', as some of the kinder teachers would say it, but I had fun. And then I had to grow up real fast.

I'm not going to wallow or focus on the details of that, because the core reason for it is something I will never, ever be able to regret. But I have come to think that a person is responsible for how sad or how happy they are, responsible for picking themselves up if they're down and doing something - and I'm good at that. I am so very good at it. So. I'm putting my foot down on all this young adult angst. Last week, I fell into the worst cliché - cats. I found myself hugging all the cats that came my way, and I say that's enough of that.

This weekend, I am going to burn this city dancing. So you connoisseurs out there better tell me there's more than pubs for a girl to get her fun at, or I'll have to see about organizing the very first City rave.

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[brobeforehos]

Yeah. I've shopped, I've read, I've...drank and all of that. All that's left to do now is dance.

[errandry]

You can't just pick a clear place outside?

[brobeforehos]

Have you ever gone dancing?

[errandry]

Nah, but I've kinda got an idea. I just meant—it's not like it'd be the weirdest thing people've seen around here.

[brobeforehos]

Okay! Well, I'm taking you - you've got some really weird misconceptions of what I like to do.

[errandry]

Hey. Dancing in the streets.

[ he remembers. ]

[brobeforehos]

It'd do you good.

[errandry]

Dancing as a cure for everything, huh.

[brobeforehos]

As a cure for being a tightly wound up teenager, for sure.

[errandry]

... wait, are you talking about me or you?

[brobeforehos]

You, and I'm slightly insulted you think I'm tightly wound up.

[errandry]

Nah, you're not, it's just a weird title for me.

[brobeforehos]

Nevermind the title then, I still thinkg you sould come with.

[errandry]

... Will do. You're gonna have to pick a place, though.

wow it's like that word couldn't decide WHAT it wanted to be....

[brobeforehos]

I will!

suddenly: Cella-speak takes on whole new dimensions.

[errandry]

And all dancing's gonna have to go under a truce.

cella typos: they really cover all the bases

[brobeforehos]

...right, a truce. I will refrain from bringing up things that might make you blush like a little boy.

the most useful!

[errandry]

I meant you're not allowed to use my dancing for points! I'm building up immunity to everything else.

first ever helpful typos

[brobeforehos]

[Hahahaaaa...] Why, are you bad at it?

[errandry]

Just haven't done it a lot.

[brobeforehos]

You'll do fine, Kazu - as long as you have fun. That's the point.

[errandry]

Think I've got the hang of that. You mind showing me the steps anyway, though?

[brobeforehos]

Gladly.

[crowing]

That's a horrible pick-up line.

[brobeforehos]

That's also a private conversation.