The Minami Trainer's Guild: Year 1--Battle of the Bonded

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I smiled a bit, noticing a small flush on his cheeks. Moving over to the sound system in the studio, I let a rather quick ballad from "Swan Lake" start up, moving gracefully across the entire floor, not really giving Mal much of a choice in where he was looking at times.

I grinned, feeling rather bold as I pulled a few turns in a circle around him. "Ever danced before, Mal?" I asked easilly from my perch on my toes.
 
I pushed hard off of my hands, completing the latter half of a handspring into a standing positing. With a laugh, I quickly wiped a few droplets of sweat from my brow and said, "Not much. I had to learn a quick number for a scene in Hoenn Women, but other than that, nothing." With a laugh, I flashed a quick smile and said, "I'm more for PKing anyways."
 
I smiled and pulled my leg up behind me, bending my back so that the tip of my pointed foot was just grazing the back of my head. My arms were held firmly in front of me. I held the pose for a matter of seconds before gently turning out and extending the foot currently off the ground straight up, parallel to my shoulder.

I giggled a bit and turned a few more pirouettes. "PK always seemed so dangerous to me."
 
I raised an eyebrow, watching her. Though a traceur needed to be flexible, it wasn't in that area. Nonetheless, the challenge was on. I raised my hands defensively, saying, "Okay, I can't do that one. And yeah, it is kinda dangerous, but..." I jumped up once, mentally prepping, then ran for the wall. I placed my hands on it, right over left and parallel. I twisted my body into the motion, then jumped, and tucked my legs, spinning around and landing facing Kilian. I finished, "It's wonderful exercise and mental discipline, plus, you can see some amazing sights."
 
I looked at him rather curiously before taking a couple of running steps as a prep, leaping two graceful stag leaps, landing the second one in a full out splits. Rolling down onto the ground, I pulled one knee up at a ninety degree angle, etending the other over it, arching my back so I was looking up at him.

"You see some interesting sights this way, too."
 
I smiled wickedly at her acceptance of the challenge and ran for the wall again. Two steps up the wall was all I was allowed, but I took it, leaping off the wall into a graceful backflip. I turned a rotation and a half, landing palms down and into two perfect handsprings. I finished off in a backwards Mistyflip and spun around to smile at her again.
 
I gave him a small smirk, turning a few pirouettes at an intense speed toward him, lifting myself fully at the last one, turning it into a fuete turn, pulling myself around more and more times with no aid other than the occasionally kicking of my left leg. Finishing that, I gave another full extension kick, placing that leg around his back, spinning off him.

To finish the effect, I flew down into the splits again, directly between his legs. Turning up to face him, I smiled, gave a full body roll, and gave a gracefull back roll out from under him.
 
I raised my eyebrows, then lowered one as an idea came to me. A freestanding rail was nearby. I walked over to it, placing my hands on it, left palm up and right down. Similar to my display on the wall, I jumped and spun once, twice fully around it before stopping mid-third spin to swing under the bar. Touching down, I spun and stood, leaping lightly on top of the rail. I placed my hands on it and pulled myself into a handstand, then slid my hands together and spread my legs wide. I removed one hand and tucked it behind my back.
 
I laughed a little and moved to flick the music. A fast, upbeat, hip-hop song came on. My previous fast-paced twirls were left in the dust as I spun, leapt, dipped and threw myself into the splits. I was on the floor, off the floor, on the floor again. Losing myself in the music, I let it control me. I let my body twist into forms nearly mimicking Mal's, though without the rail. Handstands into splits, more dips, more turns, more leaps.

The song ended abruptly, and I stopped, a flush on my cheeks. "Sorry..."
 
I smiled at her, saying, "Impressive." I was still holding my pose on the rail positined in a perfect vertical. I sprung off and dashed outside. There, I lept onto an electrical box and precision-jumped onto a fence. Running along that, I flowed seamlessly into a wallrun that caught a flagpole. Ending the forward momentum, I hoisted myself up and onto the roof. I waited for her, preparing another bow.
 
I laughed and merely gave him a curtsey, not coming out of the building. I didn't want to be seen in public like this... I was so shy and nervous that I could barely stay in the doorway. It was odd how much one person could miss a baggy, ratty sweatshirt.
 
I made my bow and shouted, "I'll join you in a moment." I took a few steps back, ran, and then lept out. I landed kneeling in the grass, but only for a moment. I collapsed into a roll and completed it, jogging back to join Killian. I flashed her a friendly smile and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, you know."
 
I laughed a bit, flushing nervously and looking back into the room. Stepping backwards slowly, I managed a "Nice to meet you, too," before diving back into my sweatshirt. Flushing deeper, I pulled my jeans back on and laughed.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to seem so nervous. I'm just... I'm not used to being seen in just my rehersal attire..."
 
"It's cool," I said, running a hand through my hair. "Not like I minded or anything. You have a nice form, y'know?" I laughed and blushed as well, saying, "Sorry... I'm just... Well, I tend to say what's on my mind. Is that a problem?"
 
I flushed deeper, fiddling with the hem of my sweatshirt. "No... It's not a problem, I..." I trailed off, still flushing. I turned my gaze to the ground, unable to speak anything else. Why did I feel so jumpy?
 
I shifted from one foot to the other, finding myself uncomfortable. I fixed the situation in the only way I knew. I said, "Hey, I need to get going. Give me your hand a moment, will you?"
 
I looked at him curiously, holding out my small hand. "What do you need my hand for?" I asked, smiling gently.
 
I took it and whipped out a felt-tip pen. Sheepishly, I said, "Sorry, no paper." I scribbled nine numbers on her flesh and said, "There. That's my phone. Call me if you want anything. Otherwise, I'll see you around." I put the top back on the pen and turned to walk off. It was odd, how uncomfortable she had made me feel... How awkward...
 
I stopped, starting at the untidy scrawl on my hand. For a moment, I thought I'd just let him go, just let him walk away. He made me so uncomfortable. And he'd SEEN me in my rehersal attire...

Then, disregarding my usual behavior, I reached out and touched his shoulder. Malina looked at me with curious eyes, but I ignored the stare.

"Hey, would you walk me back to my dorm?" I asked quietly, sheepishly.
 
"Huh?" I said, startled as I turned. The expression of confusion and surprise on my face must have been priceless to anyone with a cameraa. I said, "Oh. Dorm, right! Sure... I can walk. You, I mean. walk with you... Sorry." I took the several steps back to her with an unusual shuffling gait.
 
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