Duck flings her leg backwards in her third degage arabesque, a little too high and with too much force. She tightens her grip on the barre to steady herself, and then catches Fakir staring at her.
"What? What?" she demands belligerently, still balanced on one foot. He knows she sucks! It's not like it's a surprise!
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Date: 2015-02-06 05:13 am (UTC)"What? What?" she demands belligerently, still balanced on one foot. He knows she sucks! It's not like it's a surprise!