[team two] Universal Languages
I assume that I'll someday get the hang of this timing and not write things just as their due. I don't even know, but this is Senga in LA back in...2011?
"Down the corridor...that one right there," the girl at the front desk repeats, looking pretty irritated by the entire situation. "Third door on the--Ah forget it. Hey you! You taking the 3 o'clock hip hop? Good. Take this guy with you."
Senga bows his head, thoroughly embarrassed and still so confused as to what she's just said, but thankfully, the guy she'd suddenly started to talk to instead gently pulls Senga along with him to one of the dance studios.
He's also grateful that this guy appears to be much nicer than that girl. "I'm Kento," he says, very aware that he can't speak English any more than Nikaido. "Uhh.... I'm Japan."
The guy chuckles easily, rolling his shoulders as he starts to stretch. "Alright Japan."
That has Senga tilting his head a bit, but he shrugs it off. He knew when he decided to come to LA all by himself that the language was going to be a problem. The class starts soon enough anyway and this, THIS is what Senga came here for. He wonders how long has it been since he's really just let himself go and feel the music.
Too long, he realizes. He throws himself into the music even harder and can't keep the grin off his face when he and the other dancers start falling into the same rhythm. In this world, he doesn't need to be able to speak English. He can express himself just fine with every beat and every movement.
The class ends all too soon, but as he's packing up his stuff, the same guy from before comes over. He uses hand gestures so that Senga understands, and says. "Hey Japan. A few of us are gonna go grab food. You should come with."
doctoggy, you're up!
"Down the corridor...that one right there," the girl at the front desk repeats, looking pretty irritated by the entire situation. "Third door on the--Ah forget it. Hey you! You taking the 3 o'clock hip hop? Good. Take this guy with you."
Senga bows his head, thoroughly embarrassed and still so confused as to what she's just said, but thankfully, the guy she'd suddenly started to talk to instead gently pulls Senga along with him to one of the dance studios.
He's also grateful that this guy appears to be much nicer than that girl. "I'm Kento," he says, very aware that he can't speak English any more than Nikaido. "Uhh.... I'm Japan."
The guy chuckles easily, rolling his shoulders as he starts to stretch. "Alright Japan."
That has Senga tilting his head a bit, but he shrugs it off. He knew when he decided to come to LA all by himself that the language was going to be a problem. The class starts soon enough anyway and this, THIS is what Senga came here for. He wonders how long has it been since he's really just let himself go and feel the music.
Too long, he realizes. He throws himself into the music even harder and can't keep the grin off his face when he and the other dancers start falling into the same rhythm. In this world, he doesn't need to be able to speak English. He can express himself just fine with every beat and every movement.
The class ends all too soon, but as he's packing up his stuff, the same guy from before comes over. He uses hand gestures so that Senga understands, and says. "Hey Japan. A few of us are gonna go grab food. You should come with."
doctoggy, you're up!