I'm on tonight ( open ;; boston found a radio ) you know my hips don't lie

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    It had been a very uneventful day. The weather was indecisive, changing from hot to cold in an instant. Boston was bored, tired, uninterested, inattentive, blasé, synonyms. Since his roleplayer had recently lost her muse, the cat hadn't done much of anything but greet new members who were joining and visit meet and greets. The young apprentice decided it was time for him to do something. He walked out of camp, following a trail of dirt that he had never strolled along before. After walking for quite a while, he heard something, muffled in the distance. A barn was near by, so he assumed it was two-legs speaking to each other... but the noise had a sort of... beat to it. It was enjoyable. Boston walked closer, cautious of two-legs that could be around. The muffled noise got cleared as he neared the barn. Once he got inside, he found a box to be the source of the music (he remembered the name from his life as a kittypet).
    Boston quickly snatched the radio, and ran from the barn, to a clearing that was closer to camp. The cat pawed at a button, which startled him by making the music louder. He smiled, pushing the button more, until it was the loudest it could get.
    'I never really knew that she could dance like this
    She make a man want to speak Spanish
    Como se llama, ( si ) bonita, ( si ) mi casa, su casa'
    the music played out through the clearing, and he started to bob his head to the music, thinking he looked awesome, but probably looking like an idiotic chicken. Finally, something had happened!

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    Shakira :o


    IC: Flarepaw tilted his head as he flicked an ear. Was that... music he heard? He walked in the direction of the noise, looking around in the process. Where did that come from? Were there twolegs around in the forest or something? Slightly scared, he finally arrived at the clearing where Boston and the radio were. He smiled faintly as the music was quite enjoyable, but a bit too loud to his liking.


    "You can use your paws to dance, you know" he meowed/yelled as he tried to get over the music, noticing the headbanging cat, which was quite silly. Deciding against saying that, he just smiled and plopped down at a short distance, his ears rather flat because of the loudness. The music itself wasn't bad, though.

    Boston noticed the other cat, but didn't exactly hear what he had said. Then he actually realized the volume of the music he had, clicking another button to lower it just a bit. "What was that you said?" The cat asked, still slightly bobbing his head to the music that was playing from the radio.

    He raised his ears, seeing the music was more comfortable now, and padded towards Boston, smiling. "I said that you can also use your paws if you want to dance" he meowed with a faint smile. "Why stay still if you have a whole body to move?" he added to avoid that he sounded rude or offensive. He kept smiling though, seeing it had just been fun to watch and the music was good.

    "That's a good point," Boston smiled back. Unfortunately for anyone around, this cat simply was not a good dancer, no matter how many times he said he was. However, he kept dancing, not just bobbing his head like a chicken this time.

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    Music?
    Music indeed.
    Marseilleskit padded over, eyes looking at the radio then flitting back to Flarestorm and Boston. Vibrant colors were dancing across her vision as she heard the music; thank you, synesthesia. She was flooded with the sights, almost distracted to the point of not being able to see at all.


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    The dark grey tabby looked at Marseilleskit, who had recently come to the clearing. Oblivious to her synesthesia, he began to talk to her. "Hello! Enjoying the music? And my amazing dancing?" his roleplayer facepalmed at that smug bastard of a cat. No one could tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

    Flarepaw dipped his head at Marseilleskit, trying hard not to start laughing with the dance moves the cat was now displaying. "I should never have said that" he thought, even though he was quite sure he wouldn't do better. So he stayed quiet and watched Boston do his thing.

    While Boston was confident in his dancing, he was feeling a bit indifferent about being the only one dancing. "Hey, why aren't you guys dancing?" he asked over the music.

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    [size=8]"I don't know how to dance," the deputy grumbled, thinking back to Streetpaw. Boy could that apprentice dance his butt off. Streetpaw had been his, well love rival if he wanted to be straightfoward. That was when Fifly still had a crush on Aeropaw. Now, she was gone, only Wingspan was here for him.

    Boston paused his awful dancing for a moment. "I'm Boston," the grey tabby replied, "And, not knowing how to dance doesn't matter, it's still fun!" Wow, was Boston an idiot. He continued dancing to Shakira, after replying to them.

    Boston was very cheesy with this kind of thing. He'd probably say something like 'you've got to feel the music in your soul'. Now given that he was a horrible dancer, even if he did actually say something that made sense, it wouldn't be great advice. "You just need to feel the beat, and then follow it!" the cat did a weird little spin thing, and showed an example of his dancing.

    "I think he feels things that I miss" Flarepaw thought with wide eyes as he watched Boston go for it with everythng he had. "I'm just... someone who enjoys music in silence" he finally meowed, smiling faintly. It was true.