(LET'S MAKE A NIGHT) ( OPEN, LATE NIGHT PARTY ?! ) (YOU WON'T REMEMBER)

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With a single shake of his head, the tom ceased his jumping and gave Southy a quick smile, "Nope, have you? This is my first time."

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Laughing, the son of Ore nodded in understanding. He wouldn't want to have to loose his lunch just for a dance, "I see. I know people probably ask this a lot, but what's it like being a guard?"

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haribopaw ! wrote:

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; width: 395px; color: white;]haribo grinned towards the tom, before looking over at the newly approaching she-cat and snorted quietly, tail tip quivering in amusement. beauty sleep? she would start with a little grooming first of all. she smiled widely, and simply turned around again, not saying a word. it seemed like one of those pretty funny fights, instead of serious ones. she doubted that arabianpaw would do any harm, and simply began to lightly sway.

Satoshipaw had taken the liberty of ignoring Arabianpaw; something he would never do under normal circumstances, but this was not a normal circumstance. It was a party, where people were meant to have fun, not be interrupted by grumpy apprentices who want their beauty sleep. Maybe he was getting grumpy too, depicting from his own thoughts, or just annoyed by the rash behavior of the femme. The tuxedo apprentice chose to push her precense our of his senses, and focused on Haribopaw. He began to realize that he couldn't think of any other dance moves, and started to drumming his paws to the rhythm whilst dancing at a steady pace.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; width: 395px; color: white;]hari perked her ears. she wondered what song would be chosen now. the past one fitted her, and was pretty easy to fit a few dance moves into, but handling some hip hop wouldn't be all that easy now. she never heard any of the songs. this is actually the first one she ever heard, apart from the ones she hummed herself before, but she guessed those little tunes didn't count as complete songs. they lacked.. professionalism, to put it that way. she watched as sato drummed his paws against the ground, keeping to the rhythm and began to try and do a similar move, a little more clumsily for she fixed on her paws rather than the little flicks you could call dancing with the rest of her body. no-one particularly took notice of her sloppy movements, and she didn't want to spoil the fun for herself and others, so she continued trying to fix it up.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; width: 395px; color: white;]haribo focused on the call and grinned over at the tom. she grew more and more used to the unusual nickname he give her, which was good in a way. although wasn't still sure where it came from. "hi whistlepaw!" she called back, in greeting before turning around beginning to steadily return to her little dance or whatever you may call the movements.

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Viking was slightly surprised at this. "Really? Don't you have a load of responsibilities?" The son of Ore inquired, cocking his head slightly.

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"Neat. It would be cool to be a guard," Viking replied, a frown creasing his forehead.

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