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Gryffindoll · 03-20-2015, 11:27 PM

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Originally Posted by Squishy

Ian's snort wasn't helping matters. Now Lux was sure that she wasn't doing the walk right. As a perve, this boy surely paid attention to lots of models and as such would know how they were supposed to present themselves.

She was not offended; a learning opportunity had presented itself and she would take it even if the teacher was disgusting and peed in lakes. "Okay, I'm too stiff. Can you help me move better?" She would still be in her guard, but she was willing to give the boy another shot if he behaved. Maybe they could become friends.

Ian raised the other eyebrow now. This girl sure asked a lot of random things. First his opinion on modeling, now she wanted him to help her move. How do you even begin to teach a person how to move their own body?! That was supposed to be a natural thing.

Still, her cry for help filled the boy with an unusual feeling; a sense of importance rose within him. It wasn't very often people asked him to help with anything since he wasn't particularly good at... well, anything. But this he actually knew something about; mostly from watching the Victoria's Secret runway shows with his sister.

"You gotta let go." He uncrossed his arms and wiggled them a bit for her to copy. "Just relax. Don't think about the walk, think... think about the guy you like and walking up to him, trying to make an impression." He wasn't sure she'd get it. She looked too innocent. Some girls were just naturals in the art of flirting and Mermaid Chick didn't strike him as one.

"Just... look." He walked away from her, further down the shore. Suddenly, he stopped, made a dramatic 180-degree turn, whipping his curly hair about, and strutted back toward the girl. He lifted his legs high with each step, hips swaying side to side in a hilariously accurate impersonation of the female form. His gaze was focused and mean and, as he caught up to her, he stopped abruptly, popping one hip to the side with one hand resting on it in the most sassy of stands.

"...Like that." He pretended to flip invisible long hair over one shoulder.

03-20-2015, 11:27 PM	#290 (permalink)
Gryffindoll Scheming Marauder Ghost Join Date: Jul 2003 Posts: 70,285	Serial Prankster • Troloholic • Like a BAWS • Brae the Lionheart & Lion Cub • AnDee & Melsse Quote: Originally Posted by Squishy Ian's snort wasn't helping matters. Now Lux was sure that she wasn't doing the walk right. As a perve, this boy surely paid attention to lots of models and as such would know how they were supposed to present themselves. She was not offended; a learning opportunity had presented itself and she would take it even if the teacher was disgusting and peed in lakes. "Okay, I'm too stiff. Can you help me move better?" She would still be in her guard, but she was willing to give the boy another shot if he behaved. Maybe they could become friends. Ian raised the other eyebrow now. This girl sure asked a lot of random things. First his opinion on modeling, now she wanted him to help her move. How do you even begin to teach a person how to move their own body?! That was supposed to be a natural thing. Still, her cry for help filled the boy with an unusual feeling; a sense of importance rose within him. It wasn't very often people asked him to help with anything since he wasn't particularly good at... well, anything. But this he actually knew something about; mostly from watching the Victoria's Secret runway shows with his sister. "You gotta let go." He uncrossed his arms and wiggled them a bit for her to copy. "Just relax. Don't think about the walk, think... think about the guy you like and walking up to him, trying to make an impression." He wasn't sure she'd get it. She looked too innocent. Some girls were just naturals in the art of flirting and Mermaid Chick didn't strike him as one. "Just... look." He walked away from her, further down the shore. Suddenly, he stopped, made a dramatic 180-degree turn, whipping his curly hair about, and strutted back toward the girl. He lifted his legs high with each step, hips swaying side to side in a hilariously accurate impersonation of the female form. His gaze was focused and mean and, as he caught up to her, he stopped abruptly, popping one hip to the side with one hand resting on it in the most sassy of stands. "...Like that." He pretended to flip invisible long hair over one shoulder. __________________ — the sun & the moon —