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chapter 4

     Brian waited paitently outside the glass door of the dance studio, he had already been denied entrance by Touma's coach. What he witnessed was mainly strengthening exercises based heavily on team building. Not including Touma coach Alexandria had two students, a boy of fourteen and a girl of seventeen,  Brian was quick to reconize the two as a couple.
     The boys name was Mitchell, he stood at 170 centimeters (5'7") and weighed about 59 kilograms (130 lbs). He was avrage looking, with a roundish face and nearly circular eyes of green. His brown hair, long in the front, was shaved at the sides to produce a neat looking undercut. Today he dressed in all black, with the exception of the white stipe running up the side of his sweatpants.
     The girls name was Diana, she stood at 165 centimeters (5'5") and weighed about 50 kilograms (110lbs). She was beautiful, by sterotypical standards, with soft subtle features and innocent blue doe eyes. Her long black silky hair ran down to her knees, accentuating her perfect hourgalss figure. Physicaly she was in a league of her own. Her pale pink shirt flashed her abs, and the waistband of her black leggings,  every time she lifted her arms.
     Brian watched the three of them move in synch, as if they had been training together for many years, not just a measley few hours. By the time the dancers were excused, Brian had been able to watch not only the strengthening, but also three dances from each of them. One lyrical, one hip hop, and one dancers choice. Touma's style of choice had managed to surpise Brian, but that was how he spent most of his watchful hour, surprised and mabey a little amazed. He didn't realize just how much Touma's training would have progressed since the last session he had sat through, even though he knew that there had to have been a significant improvement within the last seventeen years.
     Touma was silent when he exited the studio, but Brian wasn't hurt. He was begining to get used to the silence,  he figured Touma was just more comfortable that way, it wasn't an angry silence just the silence of a boy who had nothing to say. Friendly and comforting, that's how it felt, like you could say anything and the boy would listen wordlessly until the situation demanded him to speak.
     "Hey Touma," Brian started, catching the attention of his white haired nephew. "How do you feel about a party tonight? A student of mine is turning twenty-six today, and has invited us out drinking to celebrate." Brian watched the boy out of the corner of his eye as they continue the walk to the car. He could see the debate etched into Touma's facial features, and Brian wouldn't push him for an answer until he had time to get his thoughts in order.
     They were in the car, putting on their seatbelts, before Touma said a word. "I think..." Touma started then stopped again. Brain didn't say anything, he let Touma sort out his emotions. They were out of the parking lot before Touma attempted to speak again. "It would be... beneficial for me to get some friends." Touma chose his words carefully, not wanting to create a situation he couldn't get out of if he bacame uncomfortable.
     "I'll take that as a yes." Brian announced as he drove, eyes on the road, he failed to realized the uncomfortable sensation that bleed through Touma's eyes. Touma was hoping his open ended response would give him an out if he decided not to go.

Date written:3/10/21