Lisette crosses the road, just barely missing being hit by a car. How she does it, you ask? Well, she just jumped onto the hood and then off of it again. 'Simple' parkour.
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Allanon simply strolled along without a care, taking his time as he finally joined the group at the arcade. "Does everyone have an idea of what they want to hit first?"
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Lisette grinned, "I'm forcing Cora onto one of the dancing ones. Whichever I find first." Cora blinks. "No! I am not doing that!" Even Faemon and Timothy groan, "Aw, come on, Cora. You're adorable when you dance. And that's coming form two gay guys who are already in a relationship." Cora shakes her head, "No. You know I hate dancing where other people can see me."
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Allanon fought to remain silent as the idea of Cora dancing came to mind. Oh, he'd love to see that, without a doubt. But he managed to keep his opinion to himself, at least for now.
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Lisette giggles, "But it's Allanon~" Cora would've blushed if she could. "Definitely no!" SHe covers her face a grumbles, "I look like a dying chicken..."
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Allanon, of course, heard everything and sighed. "Come on, Cora. Everyone has made me quite curious. If it helps, I'll dance as well. It'll be fun, won't it?"
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Cora looks to Allanon and Lisette elbows her in the side. "Come on, Cora. You don't look like a dying chicken." Cora grumbles and reluctantly says, "Fine."
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As Cora agreed to dance, Allanon almost winced as he realized he, too, would have to dance. Oh dear, this will be interesting. I haven't danced in quite some time, he reflected silently. Well, either way, he got to watch Cora dance now. So there'd be a plus in all of this.
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Lisette grabs both Cora and Allanon, practically dragging the two into the arcade. Faemon and Timothy follow with amusement sparkling in their eyes.
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Allanon had to say, this progressed...much quicker than he had anticipated. But, alas, he had given his word. Now, he worried about what sort of dancing they'd be doing here, and whether he could even keep up anymore.
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Lisette directs them to a simple game where you just have to match the moves. Cora looks to her and then to Allanon as if asking who should go first.
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Allanon stepped back, the faintest traces of a smirk on his face. "I am a gentleman. Show me how it's done, my fair lady."
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Cora blinks, then glares at Allanon before going to the small platform for the game. She's honestly not as bad as she made it sound like. She just has extreme stage fright, therefore keeping her back turned towards everyone so as to not allow herself to notice them fully.
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Allanon watched, enthralled by the movements of Cora's body. He hated himself for how glued to her his eyes were, but he frankly couldn't help it. She was incredibly attractive, and gazed in silence, drinking it in.
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As soon as the game was over, Cora hurried off the platform and hid behind Faemon and Timothy as she mumbled, "I told you I look like a dying chicken."
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Allanon was still entranced, the image of her body swaying to the beat still vivid in his mind. With a quick shake of his head, he managed to drag himself out of his reverie, heaving a sigh. "I suppose it's my turn," he grumbled in his rumbling voice, hands moving to slip off the stylish overcoat he typically wore. As he shed the layer, it revealed a plain white dress shirt, filled to the brim by a body that had maintained the youthful muscle it held during its mortal existence. He rolled the sleeves up his forearms casually, preparing himself to follow through with his end of the bargain.
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Cora blinked at how good he looked without the overcoat. Yeah, he looked good before, but now? Gods, he was smoking. Cora couldn't really unglue her eyes from him as she watched.
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As he stepped onto the platform, Allanon took a deep breath to steel himself. Once the beat started up, Allanon quickly settled into the rhythm, his motions growing fluid and graceful, laced with power and confidence.
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Cora watched with a smile. He was WAY better than her in her opinion. But then again, she'd never truly seen herself dance.
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Before long, Allanon came to a halt, the song having ceased. He was breathing a little heavily, but other than that and the few trickles of sweat creeping down his neck, he looked fine. He stepped off the platform and retrieved his overcoat, though he didn't put it on quite yet.