a/n : this is my first time doing texts like this- tell me if you hate it uwu
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Soraru breathed out slowly, turning his phone off and turning towards the television. Hashiyan's message was still playing itself over and over again in his head as he stared hard at the screen, before deciding that he will do some exercise. He turned on the music, doing some stretches before he start.
He quickly ran through the basic warm ups, before he begun to dance. Soraru was happy that he was still fairly good at it, but slightly disappointed when he found out he can't really move fluidly anymore. Pushing his bottom lip out, Soraru lay down on the floor, and pressed into his friend's number, pushing his hair away from his eyes.
"hey, baby, what's up?" a honeyed voice entered his ear, and Soraru laughs in response. "yeah, hey," he replies, pouting lightly. "look, can we meet up, I need help," he continues, checking his newly painted nails and blowing lightly on it. He took the decision to paint his nails black yesterday, and to be honest Soraru was rather proud of the achievement as he had spent a generous amount of time on them. "with what?" "with my dance. Why, what were you thinking?" he asks, his lips curving upwards into a small smile. "it's a date," his friend sighs, and Soraru nodded, hanging up on him.
a/n : filler who do you think the //friend// is? -aru
