let me see you 1-2 step [c]

There didn't seem to be too many souls loitering the hallways today on this side of the arts building. It felt rather lonely and hollow, but Bailey was thankful to not notice that much. Stunted thumbs tapped rapidly at the buttons on the small device. The miniature pew-pewing went unheeded since two candy-colored earphones were nestled in his pierced ears, blasting something too garbled and fast to be considered anything remotely similar to music. It wasn't something you could dance to, you could only thrash and rage against it.

Today was one of those rare occasions that Bailey decided not to wear his glasses. Black jeans hugged his waist comfortably and didn't cling to his legs nor did it hang, it was as though they were fitted to him perfectly even though he'd just bought him on clearance at American Eagle, as well as his baseball-tee with teal arms and hems. His hair side-swept today, rings on his fingers and in the heat of the moment he'd said to himself today was a day to not wear his glasses.

It was something he could be thankful for, because if he had been wearing those thick frames on his face, he probably wouldn't have seen the quiet figure shift within what he assumed was one of the rooms for the dance students. Bailey paused to stare, the game on his pink 3DS continuing without him. He'd never really watched a dancer before, despite growing up in New York. The male wasn't one to stop what he was doing and watch the street performers, but this one had his attention. While not wearing glasses had freed his periphery, he couldn't see well enough to be content without them.

All the confidence in the world surrounding Bailey as he opted to enter the room. His 3DS clacked shut as he slipped it into his back pocket, plucking the earphones out one at a time so all his senses could be dedicated to this. He wasn't at all shy, and it showed in the way he smiled. The bluenette wasn't certain there was any way he could get the other's attention, but he stood a comfortable distance and began an attempt to mimic his movements. He definitely couldn't follow every step, there were some he nailed and some he failed miserably but the boy just laughed it off.

He was still amused when the song ended, "Hey, you're pretty good. Are you taking dance classes?" he'd say from the floor after he'd fallen on his ass.

Bailey just continued to look up at him, smiling with furrowed brows when the kid acted like he was startled. He didn't really understand how he could go so unnoticed, but he panted out an easy laugh once the latter replied to him. "Cool!" The bluenette breathed, wiping the accumulation of sweat off his brow. This guy had to be in pretty good shape, he didn't seem bothered by that routine at all.

It impressed the larger of the two, probably older, too. Although the hand was offered to him he just had to decline, since he didn't think the fatigued muscles in his legs could take it. "No, thanks. I don't think I can stand at all..." He arched forward, legs like spaghetti in front of him now while he gripped his tense calves. The boy let out a frail laugh, somewhat defeated by his current state.
"You made it looks so easy, you know? I was trying to follow along, but I guess I'm not much of a dancer, huh?" Bailey continued to laugh, leaning back on his elbows. His attention shifted thanks to him having hit the pearly pink gaming console behind him. "Whoops..." He voiced, strenuously reaching for it and bringing it into his lap to check for damage.

"Aw, damn... look't that," The distraught male held it up for the other to see, the long skid over the top, "I've had this thing forever, and now it decides to get a scratch... lame."

Well, it was a skill like any other Bailey supposed. He didn't need to be told to rest, yet he nodded regardless as though eager to take the latter's advice. As long as his face remained plain Bailey wouldn't guess that he was frustrated. Actually, the bluenette got the impression he might have intimidated the other somehow but he didn't really get why... the short sentences and stuff, he just seemed kinda shy which struck him as odd for a dancer. Almost all the dancers he knew were pretty outgoing and stuff.

Since he'd been sitting with him, Bailey was a little upset when he got up. A new friend leaving so soon? His line of sight followed the boy hoping he wasn't planning on leaving so abruptly--he did say he practiced everyday, didn't he? Maybe this place was where he could be found, then. But what hour, the blue-haired gamer wondered while idly running his finger across the deep skid. His features cringed at it. Man. It was in perfect condition otherwise--well, aside from the wearing on the buttons and tiny scratches on the screen from his stylus.

"Oh?" He chimed, taking the velvety sticker in a pinch. It made him smile, something so pretty and cute that covered the skid perfectly. "No, but this works." He gleamed up at the brunette, "thanks! Hey, I didn't get your name did I?" Bailey invitingly patted the ground beside him, though he'd be content wherever the stranger chose to sit--it didn't really matter, as long as he stayed to talk to him. "I'm Bailey, by the way." He chuckled through his teeth, "Actually, most of my friends call me Baby, too. Or Jude. Whatever."

Bailey wanted to tell him he didn't have to be nervous, that he wouldn't bite, but either he didn't trust himself to keep that promise or that he didn't want to pry into the way the latter responded to him. He nodded, only to begin laughing at the added information. "What? How?" A name that messed phones up? He pulled his own out and tested this theory while February continued. "Bailey Birch," the young man felt he needed to respond after the other gave his whole name.

"That's a lot of work, I'm just majoring in computer programming. My minor is music engineering which is pretty cool... it's too much work sometimes, though. 'Cause my job..." He trailed off listening to February talk about his sister. That was cool, he didn't really see his own family anymore, but he wasn't going ot talk about that. It was one of those topics he'd rather avoid. "Hey." He smiled, unlocking his screen and returning to the added 'February' contact. "Since I have this here already, you got a number? Maybe we can hang-out some time."

Any topic would be better than this, he sensed.

Just because it was confusing didn't mean it messed up the phones. More like it messed up people's heads. The more February explained, the more he touched on just what Bailey was going to remark. He stayed quiet, then. Not saying a word, mouth straight as he did his best to cause his phone to malfunction after entering the brunette's name. He just snickered a bit.

Bailey didn't bother looking up until he'd been gone for a moment too long, yet just when he did was when his friend plopped down beside him for the third time. Or second? He didn't keep track of these things. Fingers moved aptly across the screen, taking in the name without hinderance. He read it off, "993-114-9531?" To make sure he got it all right. The young man smiled, flicking his digit to start a text. It took him a second to decide what to send, but he ultimately decided a "Hi. :)" would be suitable.

"A little." He answered quickly, tucking his phone into his pocket, as well as the game system. "Whaaaat?!" Aw, no. Did this kid know Bailey had to walk all the way home? Come on! He huffed, shaking his head quite stubbornly at first, until February pinned him as a slop that just sat at a computer all day. Hardly. He felt like he was always running around, sometimes lucky enough to have his head. "Ok, ok. Fine. Show me the steps, first and then I'll get up." He leaned back on his palms, eventually just dropping onto his elbows as he reclined to watch the other.

An impish grin spread on his face because... he suddenly had the feeling of being in a strip club, and February his little dancer. The idea made him chuckle awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry... I wasn't laughing at you. I was thinking about how that sticker you gave me was like a band-aid for my 3DS." He lied easily and smoothly. "Did I already thank you for that? Thanks again, anyway."

Bailey had nodded, appeased when shortly after he sent the text a vibration sounded among the drone of the awful music blasting off the latter's iPod. In the back of his mind, he wondered if February was gay. When he watched him peel off his hoodie that before hid him away from the bluenette, something happened to click. A kind of instinct that raised Bailey's awareness of this kid. Suddenly, he was so distinct in this practice room as he stood there.

The computer programmer returned that look given him, though he added an impish smile. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. He leaned forward, chin rested on the back of his hands and watched as February moved, brow perked each time those hips dashed flirtatiously. Was he aware of how he was moving? He had to be. Bailey leaned back again, grinning contentedly and not surprised over the matter of the latter being interested in him. Fingers slid into his back-pocket when the music slowed, signifying the song's end.

"Can I put these in your bag?" Just to be safe. He arched forward, tucking his things away. No point getting them messed up like his 3DS. Especially when he was certain that February couldn't spare anymore of those stickers for the sake of covering scoffs. "If I die, you can keep 'em." He winked to the brunette, taking place beside him after setting the song to play again. Of course, he was just as bumbling and clumsy as before and definitely couldn't replicate every move exactly.

Though instead of giving up, Bailey grabbed for February's hand and reeled him in. Holding him near, but not too close. Just close enough to insinuate something before tossing him free.

Actually, Bailey was becoming exhausted. He really though considering how hard he worked everywhere else he wouldn't be this fatigued, but apparently it took an all too different set of skills to be able to dance with this level of intensity. Sure, he wanted to mess with the brunette, but he also wanted the chance to catch a breath. His teeth gleamed as he felt that hand lower to his hip, chuckling vibrantly upon releasing February.

It was clear to him that this guy was the kind that could only express themselves through movement, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't wonder what he might be like in bed considering that aspect. Bailey decided he wanted to have him. That's all there was to it. This patient hunter continued the right moves as best he could but sighed a thanks when the music ended. He groaned, stomping over to the iPod and plopping down, stopping this awful song before it had the chance to play again.

"So," He breathed, "how long you been dancin'? Since you were a baby, huh?" That's usually how the story went. "You do anything besides dance?" A hand slithered into February's bag to retrieve his game system. "Play games? Read? Make model airplanes?" He smiled, powering on the device.