A Street Dancer with a Black Bandana (Xiaoven)

Thirty-Seven: A Bard and Wanderer.

December 16th, 8.24 am.
Venti stretches as he waits for Scaramouche.

He didnt wait long when he can hear keys jingling, and Scaramouche kicks his back softly, "You sure you're up for this?" Scaramouche asks, and Venti nods, "Yeah. We should be okay." He pulls the mat out, patting it, "If I drop you, we have this." He grins, and Scaramouche cracks a smile, "Yeah. I mean- you dont do Ballet so."

"I dont, but I know how to. I can do this." He says, and Scaramouche nods.

~

Scaramouche shakily exhales, feeling Venti holding him up with ease by his waist, "Tell me when you're ready." Venti speaks, and Scaramouche nods, "Okay."

He counts to three under his breath, and when he nods, hes tossed into the air.

The action is repeated for awhile, and one more. He nods softly, and then Venti tosses him up once again, and he does a triple spin midair, and Venti catches him, "Open your eyes." He laughs, and Scaramouche slowly opens his eyes, and then he laughs, "That was-"

Venti nods, "Yes. It was very good."

Scaramouche is set on the floor, and Venti hooks his phone to the speaker, playing the arena by Lindsey Stirling.

Scaramouche and Venti begin a rythm, slow, then slowly begins to speed up. Scaramouche's movements are more easy, more quick, the way he can begin a spin, and repeat it for several times, and his body is much more flexible.
Venti has his hand against the smallers hip, spinning him, then pulling him back into him.
A lift, and he sets him down, and Scaramouche looks at him, and Venti nods, and Scaramouche does a side flip, mixed with a spin, and he gets picked up, and then tossed without hesitation.

One spin. Then two. Three. Four. Then five, and hes back in Venti's arms, and the music stops.

Scaramouche cries out in shock when someone claps, and Al-Haitham is leaning against the wall, watching them.

"How long have you been there?" Scaramouche asks, "Awhile. You have alot of faith in him." He gestures to Venti, "I do. I have alot of trust in him." He says, and Al-Haitham nods, "Its good to have that trust in your dance partner." He nods, "I trust him alot. And I respect him." Scaramouche taps him, and Venti sits him down, handing him a water bottle.

"Good." Al-Haitham has a small smile, and he sits on the ground, and begins to stretch.

"I didnt even hear him come in." Scaramouche says, and Venti nods, "So, how'd last night go~?" He nudges Scaramouche, and wiggles his eyebrows, "It went- wait a damn minute. You dont need to know about my sex life."  Scaramouche punches his arm, and Venti pouts, "Rudeee~" He whines, "I know for a FACT Kazuha tells you about mine."

Scaramouche begins to say something, but then stops, "Shit, you're correct." Scaramouche leans back, sighing as he wipes sweat from his face with his hand, "Is it warmer today for you guys?"
Venti shrugs, as does Al-Haitham.
Venti touches his forehead, humming, "You're running a fever, babes." Venti murmurs, and Scaramouche hums, and his body begins to shake, "Okay, uhm, shit. When will the others be here..." Venti checks his phone, "Can you hold out for ten minutes?" Venti asks, and Scaramouche falls onto Venti's shoulder, and Venti can feel the heat radiating off him.
"Shit, okay. Scara, I'm gonna take you to my place, okay?"
Scaramouche groans softly, and Venti sighs, "Okay." He lifts Scaramouche, and the other instantly hugs his shoulders, and legs wrapping along his waist, and Venti laughs, "Uhm, Al-Haitham. Let the others know I took Scaramouche home. And tell Kazuha hes with me." Venti picks up his bag, struggling.

Al-Haitham picks up Venti's hoodie, and his phone, and hands them to him.

Venti cant stop the flinch he does when Al-Haitham lifts his hand to put the hoodie onto his shoulder.
Al-Haitham pulls his hand back, "Oh, my apologies." Venti shakes his head, "Sorry." He smiles, "Its uhmm..Nothing personal, Al-Haitham. I just..you're new. You're not someone I'm used to having around. Or, having being touched by- I uhm, I have a very shitty past that kinda makes me the way I am now. So..Its nothing against you, man. Uhm, I just.." He stumbles along his words, and Al-Haitham gestures to his arm tattoo, "I know what it means. I am sorry it happened to you. I do not blame you. It is not something you simply remove from your memory."