7rings: fukuda

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w0 - sunday - music room

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[ Yuel's been having a good time practicing her dancing every since she discovered it could count toward her indulgence. She's quite focused, at least, until something shiny catches her eye in the corner and she just

goes tumbling in a line of folding chairs. ]

Ow— ahh!!

[holeful]

[Fukuda was just wandering around, when he came into the music room on a whim, to find Yuel dancing. He hadn't meant to just like... snoop? But he'd ended up just watching her dance without saying anything? It was nice to watch.

Until she trips. He probably should have warned her, but he honestly was too distracted. Whoops? After a beat, he does step into the room, to check on her;]

Are you alright?

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[ She banged her shin and elbow on the floor before her face slammed into one the chairs, so she's looking pretty miserable when she squints up at him. ]

Huh? Who're you?

[holeful]

[Well, that's a fair question though he feels like answering the question is more pertinent.]

Ah, I'm Fukuda. Do you need help getting up?

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[ Uhhh ]

Are you okay?

[holeful]

[Blinks at her.]

You're the one who fell, though?
[WHY ARE YOU ASKING HIM??]

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[ BECAUSE YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR HEAD??? ]

Did I? [ she laughs awkwardly. ] I guess so!

[holeful]

[A single brain cell, whizzing over the heads of these two and their comedy of errors.]

... So you're not hurt, then?

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Oh, just a little banged up.

[ She rubs the back of her head. ]

... Are you okay?

[holeful]

[She's asking again... So he really thinks about it and then it occurs to him that it's obviously what everyone has been asking about;]

Ah, if you mean my hole, it's fine. It's three years old.

[Hesitating before offering her a hand up?]

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[ your hole

But she'll accept his hand, staring at him in wonder. ]

Looks like ya got into a really bad fight... Doesn't that mean ya got a hole in yer brain?

[holeful]

It does. But no, I wasn't in a fight.
[Helping her up.]

I'm sorry, I should have warned you about the chairs, but I was distracted watching you dance.

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You were watchin' me? What did ya think?

[ She does love talking about her dance. ]

[holeful]

I'm not really in any place to judge, but I thought it was nice to watch.

[So it's good, probably. Or maybe she's just pretty.]

[fluffier]

Hehe, I'm happy to put on a show whenever ya want. I need to keep up my practice.

[ Peers at his face. ]

So what happened to ya?

[holeful]

Hahaha... it's nothing exciting.

[Anyway;]
How long have you been dancing?

[fluffier]

Since I was a kid.

[ ??? that doesn't answer her question ]

Did ya get yer revenge on the person who did this to ya?

[holeful]

[HE WAS TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!!!]

Well, the hole's helped me, actually, so...

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Havin' a hole has been helpful? How?

[ love this line of questioning ]

[holeful]

When the wind goes through it, it helps me think clearer.

[Please do not ask him any more questions.]

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. . . . . . .

The... wind? You can feel it in yer hole?

[holeful]

[Ah, she's making a weird face.]

So what made you want to start dancing?

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[ well ok, if he's uncomfortable ]

Hehe, my entire family dances! The steps have been passed down through generations. Sounds pretty cool, huh?

[holeful]

It does. A family traditon like that sounds nice, and no wonder your dancing is so nice to watch, then.

[If it's a tradition passed down through generations...]

[fluffier]

Well, practice isn't all there is to it. I also really love it! Ain't it always nice to see someone doin' what they love?