[That little huff of thanks is all Wataru needs to keep going. Joyously, he spins around in place, then takes a sip of his own water. Honestly, he's a bundle of energy that can barely be contained right now, so full of potential is this venture. He's overjoyed!
He sets his water back to the side after a few more sips, taking Eichi's when he's done, too. Their fingers brush, and it's electric, in Wataru's opinion. Maybe Eichi doesn't feel the same way, but Wataru swears that now and forever he will revel in their shared fate.]
I'll cue the music. One moment.
[He goes back over to his phone and taps the screen. The speakers in the room start playing a series of clicks, and Wataru runs over to strike his first pose, a crouch at the far end of the "stage". Eichi's solo for the first several bars, vocals with sparing dance movements before Wataru even comes in.
Watching Eichi out of the corner of his eye, he finds himself unable to critique. Eichi really is capable of doing anything he practices enough, and he's a genius of hard work even with his frail body. Wataru looks up to him.
There's the count before his cue, and Wataru slowly rises, sensual, predatory, the darker side of the coin. His movements are fluid and graceful, more akin to what one would see female dancers do in pop videos, but with little touches that make it work. He embodies his elements, his half, and he doesn't miss a step.
They come together gradually over the course of the song, and by the second chorus, he's looking directly at Eichi. He catches Eichi's eye just before a move that sees him touch one shoulder, spin behind Eichi, grip the other arm, and turn Eichi around with the momentum. Their bodies brush together, and Wataru is glad at that point they're not singing, because he knows he'd lose his voice.]
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He sets his water back to the side after a few more sips, taking Eichi's when he's done, too. Their fingers brush, and it's electric, in Wataru's opinion. Maybe Eichi doesn't feel the same way, but Wataru swears that now and forever he will revel in their shared fate.]
I'll cue the music. One moment.
[He goes back over to his phone and taps the screen. The speakers in the room start playing a series of clicks, and Wataru runs over to strike his first pose, a crouch at the far end of the "stage". Eichi's solo for the first several bars, vocals with sparing dance movements before Wataru even comes in.
Watching Eichi out of the corner of his eye, he finds himself unable to critique. Eichi really is capable of doing anything he practices enough, and he's a genius of hard work even with his frail body. Wataru looks up to him.
There's the count before his cue, and Wataru slowly rises, sensual, predatory, the darker side of the coin. His movements are fluid and graceful, more akin to what one would see female dancers do in pop videos, but with little touches that make it work. He embodies his elements, his half, and he doesn't miss a step.
They come together gradually over the course of the song, and by the second chorus, he's looking directly at Eichi. He catches Eichi's eye just before a move that sees him touch one shoulder, spin behind Eichi, grip the other arm, and turn Eichi around with the momentum. Their bodies brush together, and Wataru is glad at that point they're not singing, because he knows he'd lose his voice.]