— 💋 With panting breaths and a heaving chest, Daniel raises his hands over his head in surrender, doubled over as he pleads, “Okay, okay, t-time out, I need a sec’.” With little more preamble, his hands fall to his knees and then his entire frame all but crumbles, tumbling to the floor of the dance studio. Sprawled out on his back like a starfish, it’s clear he’s exhausted, sweat making his shirt stick to his skin and his bangs a wet, dishevelled mess around his face.
You can’t really blame him, not when he and Kady, arguably his best friend (and only arguably because he’s too embarrassed to admit he feels that way out loud about his companion in pretty much all of their shared interests), have been dancing for hours now with little of what could be considered ‘breaks’ just to take huge gulps from water bottles before they were right back at it. Sure, he’s used to practising like this, rigorous and seemingly endless, but even Niel, with almost deceptively boundless energy at times, needs a break every now and then.
Shaking his hair from his eyes, he turns his head to the side, pressing a flushed cheek against the cold ground with a satisfied sound, gaze seeking out his friend before he wets dry lips and speaks. “Kads, why are we learning this routine again?”
Is it for an actual performance of hers? Just for her Youtube channel? Or something else? He doesn’t remember, and he also doesn’t remember if he just hadn’t been paying attention or if he’d agreed with little more convincing and reasoning than Kady hanging off his arm and giving him a smile of hers. Honestly, it could go either way, so he wouldn’t be surprised if it’s one or the other.
