Date: 2025-06-26 11:53 pm (UTC)
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Spot's brow furrows in confusion as the choreographer walks away and sits down, still utterly mystified by exactly what the fuck is going on here. Does the man not know Spot isn't supposed to be here? That he isn't one of his dancers? Surely he must, they had definitely all been adults and Spot is under no illusion that he looks all that much older than he is, so what?

He turns, meets those staring eyes for a moment, his own narrowed in something like suspicion, like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop - but it doesn't last for long. He's not going to waste time questioning it when he's getting exactly what he wants; more time to dance.

He nods, moves back to his phone to skip the track back to a few bars before the section, giving him time to get in position before he starts again, this time with three chasses instead of two. He turns into the jete that nearly had him colliding with Tobias, only this time he continues - though it's only a few more steps before he stops again, having reached the end of the section he saw.

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