Really now

Daemon’s Outfit

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Daemon had spent the majority of his day not dancing. Between doing schoolwork, going out to a bar in the afternoon with Angel, and cooking himself dinner, he was spent. But he had to continue to practice for his place in Teddy’s class.

He entered the dance studio with a frown on his face and his glasses on his nose. His hair was dyed blond today, with shreds of blond weaved through the black strands. He wore manly pastel.

He entered the dance room only to find someone already using it. He eyed the girl, rolled his eyes, and then headed inside.

”I don’t think you read the room signups, tiny tits,” He said, recognizing the girl immediately. ”In case you missed it, I reserved this room for an hour.”

He proceeded to flop his backpack on the ground and grab his phone, beginning to set up his music.

”This's gotta be a fuckin' joke.” Daemon snapped when she said they ad both reserved the room. He snatched the paper from her and looked at the print. Both Daemon and Luna’s names were on it. His eyebrow twitched and his jaw stiffened. Did the motherfuckers at administrations think they were in the same number? No. They were in entirely different ones. Daemon took the paper and angrily tossed it to the side, rolling his eyes. ”How the fuck can we both use this room?” He grumbled, turning his music on so loud it drowned out Luna’s. As he got in position to dance, she told him to stop calling her tiny tits. He snorted.

”I’ll stop callin’ you tiny tits when you earn my respect.” He said. That would be never. Daemon got back into his dancing then, paying no regard to Luna who was watching him move. His dance was smooth and sexual, as his dances always were, especially when he was practicing Teddy’s routine. He swiveled his hips and ran his hand down his chest, towards his belt, and then dipped down to show off his flexibility. When he stretched back up his stomach was exposed by his shirt. He caught Luna looked at him and smirked at her. ”Don’t go gettin’ off watchin’ me move, now. Your little boyfriend might go getting’ jealous.”