60th Lesson (Comment log-Locked to Fakir)

[looksforwife]

MROWR~~

[ It's been a while he is able to dance alone on the stage. Ahhh. He remembers his days of glory as a young cat and the tours across Europe before settling down when he aged, hoping to find a partner to spend his last years with. The sudden gloom of the loneliness nearly has him land incorrectly from his series of leap

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-_-; She likes cats...

[aibyoukaonigiri]

A-A Kitty cat!! Awww, hello Mr. Cat.

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[looksforwife]

Mrrrr...

What? This is on? How... How do you know my name, miss?!

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[aibyoukaonigiri]

O-OH MY GOSH! You talk!?

I can understand a cat!??

Mr. Cat is your name? That's...so cute!

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[looksforwife]

Nya? Why everyone asks the--

I can talk and dance as no cat in this world, miss. My grace knows no bounds!

[sword_and_quill]

[ Fakir walked into the main practice hall, ballet shoes tucked into one hand as the other hand hung loosely from his pocket. He planned to get a bit of practice in now that the Opera House was locked up for the night.

The ex-knight thought about asking Ahiru to accompany him, but for now at least, he felt like he wanted to let out a bit frustration - frustration from all his searching in the Underground for Rosette's watch that led to nothing.

However, he quickly realized the room was already occupied - his long time ballet instructor was leaping gracefully across the expanse of the stage. ]

[looksforwife]

[ His ears perked up at the sound of upcoming footsteps. The large feline landed on his four, glowing eyes staring at Fakir, before rising gracefully to greet one of his oldest students with a more human composure.]

Ahem. I didn't expect you to this late hour.

[sword_and_quill]

[ The dark-haired boy glanced from his teacher to the shoes in his hand and shrugged. ] I tend to practice late.

[ And that was true, at least. Somehow it was easier to focus when everything had settled down than it was to practice during the day when his duty to the Opera House and keeping watch was important. Fakir cleared his throat, looking back toward his feline instructor again. ] Sorry if I disturbed you, professor.

[looksforwife]

[ Shakes his tail. ]

No, no! Mrrrr... You can stay and practice with me.

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[looksforwife]

Miss...

[looksforwife]

Miss Merryweather?