1x1: raybee•honbee & FluffyWolf

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{thankies uvu}
Michael's smile fades slightly, but a ghost of it is still there as Puck begins his speech. Green eyes flick over to the winner at random intervals, probably to check if he needs any reassurance. He also takes in the other male's appearance; he's slightly taller than Michael (which makes the shorter frown slightly) with hazel eyes which hold small flecks of green like his own. His dark hair is unruly, yet it seems to be so by purpose. The famous dancer gives a nod of appreciation mentally, before turning back to fully focus on the audience with a new yet fake smile. He's kept on stage for a little while after Puck leaves, but it's only to answer some random questions from the announcer. He tries to keep his responses enthusiastic, but after the rush of dancing and then hoping for the winner to... well, win, he's worn out.

He can't be more relieved when the show ends for good, and he slowly walks off to the side and grabs a bottle of water. He gulps some of it down, then begins to search for his new 'apprentice'. It doesn't take long; Michael finds the male sitting down further backstage, and he immediately approaches with a happy smile. He takes out a chair next to the other and sits down gently.

"Hey," he starts casually. "Well... you know the details about the training and stuff, right? Sure you'll be able to bear with me for two months?" His grin is teasing, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

[FluffyWolf]

He lets out a surprised squeak,as his eyes had been closed when the man announced his presence. He was listening to the music so he didn't hear his foot steps and he was distracted.His eyes opened to see Micheal,his new mentor.
He blushed slightly as he straightened up,and grinned at him. Hearing his introduction,and he gave a little awkward wave. After that he listened to his mentor's statements afterwards. Which he nodded,"They told us before the competition and they confirmed with me after. It was kind of repetitive."He snickered at the thought of it.He nodded once more and grinned widely,"What's the worst that can happen in two months? It's not like you're a cannibal right?"He joked lightly with a soft laughter afterwards.
He rubbed his arm though and he looked up,"Though they didn't tell me when it starts,care to elaborate on that?"He questioned with a soft smile.

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"What's the worst that can happen in two months? It's not like you're a cannibal right?"
Michael rolls his eyes, but there's still a smile on his face. "Maybe not quite that bad, but people have said that I drive them crazy." He laughs softly, leaning back in his chair slightly. He's glad that Puck won for numerous reasons; one is that he doubted the personalities of the other contestants.
"Though they didn't tell me when it starts,care to elaborate on that?"
The dancer nods, tapping his thigh in thought. "Well, it starts in a week. A car will come to pick you up to take you to the training room, but don't be afraid; the driver's nice." He grins cheekily, taking his arm away from the back of the chair and instead putting it to clutch on to the seat as he began a slow - and very careful- back and forth motion.

[FluffyWolf]

He let out a soft giggle and smiled up at him. "I have a younger brother,and an older sister. I think I can stand you as well."He said with a humorous tone to his voice.He grinned to himself as he was a little tired and he looked up at him.
He watched the dancer. He was rather attractive he thought now. His hero,who is standing right in front of him,is in front of him. How was he not freaking out? Not to mention said hero is attractive beyond all get out. He shivered to himself for a second.
He nodded for a second and he smiled."I hope so,Apparently I don't get along with mean people."He chuckled to himself as he recalled socking some poor child in the face for being a jerk to his sibling. Ever since then people learned to not mess with his brother and sister. "Though, I don't think the same concept will apply here."He mused with a small grin.He raised an eyebrow at what he was doing with the chair though and his grin widened subtly.

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{sorry! i must have read this before going to sleep ;; }
"Hmm, you sure? I'll be good competition for them." Michael laughs light-heartedly, stopping his rocking motion on the chair and instead deciding to hook his feet around the its metal legs. He observes the backstage area for a second; all of the wires and black beams seem like a disaster zone, but it still is as safe as can be. The dancer looks back to see Puck shivering, but passes it off as cold wind (which makes him remember to find his own jacket later; he's been left in a plain, dark green shirt with sleeves up to his elbows, and pitch black jeans. Not the best warming clothing).
"I hope so,Apparently I don't get along with mean people."
Another chuckle escapes the brunette's lips, and he nods slightly. "Well, it's good that I'm not mean, right?" He narrows his eyes at the other male, playfully daring him to argue. His eyes un-narrow again, and he lets out a half-laugh, half-breath. He looks over to see the winner reminiscing, and by the smile on his face it seems to be a happy memory.
"Though, I don't think the same concept will apply here."
A small smile dances on Michael's lips as his (secretly named 'chicken') legs change position again; he's back to the old rocking back-and-forth position, hands resting on his lap. "Yeah, you're kinda stuck for two months. Don't know when we're gonna be able to set something like this all up again," he jokes, eyes taking another glance over the whole set up. It's still kind of unbelievable for Michael; he's used to people going to his concerts, but this is new, and it's exciting yet overwhelming yet addictive, all at the same time. He almost wishes to change a dancing gig in to anything which would be like this, just to get the feeling again.

[FluffyWolf]

.Puck.
He raised an eyebrow at the famous dancer. He laughed and shook his head,"Maybe so! Though I am pretty sure nobody is more annoying than when my younger brother's friends are over. Love him to death,but Jeez!"He joked and laughed with a soft,quiet snort.
He looks at the dancer. He looked him up and down,hoping he wasn't looking,and he blushed for a second as he rubs the back of his neck. He smiled to himself,and thought he should possibly get a jacket. He looked down at himself and realized he couldn't lecture him on that. He was wearing a short sleeve 'Bullet for my Valentine' band shirt and skinny jeans. He chuckled to himself.
He looked over as he heard the comment,"Well I guess it is pretty good. Though,I'd have to deal with it if you were,right?"He joked with a grin as he looked down at his feet. His laugh sounded better in person he decided with his grin widening.
He looked up at when he saw Michael switch back to the rocking position. He snickered softly at this.He heard Micheal,and he tilted his head curiously. "I think I'll enjoy being 'stuck then."He teased softly,and his grin from earlier turned into a light smile. When he though about the second part of the comment he shrugged."Well,competitions happen all the time. Though this is first one I have ever entered outside of a talent show."He joked with a small chuckle. He didn't know when something like this would happen either though. This was huge for something like this,and most of the time you only MET a famous person. Never actually train with them. He let that sink in,and he blushed thinking about how amazing this.

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"Maybe so! Though I am pretty sure nobody is more annoying than when my younger brother's friends are over. Love him to death,but Jeez!"
Michael tilts his new back slightly, next resting on the back of the chair, and laughs freely. It's been a while since he's been able to be so relaxed, have so much genuine fun without being pressured or having to think of this or that or something which stressed him out too much to enjoy anything. "I feel like I've already disproven a lot of things. Another one to the list won't hurt." He grins and pokes the other's cheek teasingly, before running a hand through his hair. He can tell that Puck is looking - and he convinces himself that it's looking, not staring - and so he tries to act a bit natural. Fingers twining and fiddling with each other, blowing air in to his cheeks absent-mindedly so he kind of looks like a greedy hamster as he gazes at nothing in particular. 'Well done,' his thoughts scream at him with a bitter, sarcastic tone. 'Very smooth.' There's the feeling of a weight being lifted off of his shoulders when the other looks away again, and he lets out a small gust of a breath.
"Well I guess it is pretty good. Though,I'd have to deal with it if you were,right?"
The famous dancer chortles at the suggestion. "If I was so bad, I don't think hey'd let me make a competition. I think." He shrugs his shoulders lazily. "Bad publicity and all that. Don't want to see headlines of 'arrogant dancer threatens competition winner!' or anything like that."
"I think I'll enjoy being 'stuck then."
"Well,competitions happen all the time. Though this is first one I have ever entered outside of a talent show."
Michael's broad grin turns to a slight smirk. "Really? You a fan? I can get you an autograph," he jokes, hands moving towards his pocket slowly as if it was a Mary Poppins pocket and would fit a notebook and pen.

[FluffyWolf]

.Puck.
His cheeks took on a rosy pink tint when he poked his cheek. He let out a soft chuckle,and rubbed his fore arm before turning his face away."Good luck with that!~"He stated with a teasing tone to it.He looked back over though and saw the look on Micheal's face,and he couldn't resist letting out a kind of giggle slash laugh.
He raised an eyebrow,"I don't know man,pretty sure they would."He tilted his head,with a slight grin. He laughed with a slight snort,when he hides his face from that. "I think that'd be more interesting than most of the headlines now." He joked lightly with a wide smile on his face.He looked up at Micheal when he,pretty sure he was teasing him,asked him about being a fan.
His face with slightly pink,and he stuttered for a second."Y-yeah,not big like ya know posters all of the wall and stuff."He was lying of course. He had his posters all over the walls,and he was the person who he did the competition for. In his mind anyways,truth was his friends saved up money and shoved him on a bus."Though autographs are cool.."He trailed off with his mind,'I can add it to my collection.' He snickered at his own thoughts.He knew he didn't have paper and pen in his pocket,but he did. Not in his pocket,but his bag that was slung over the chair. People usually thought it was just some girl's who left it there. In reality that was his.

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Okay, so if it was anyone else Michael would have run away if he thought that the adorable pink tint to their cheeks was the most adorable thing ever, but it's Puck and so somehow, Michael's okay with it.
"Good luck with that!~"
The brunette laughs softly, drawing circles in to he chair arm. "I'll try," he jokes, sending the other male a cheeky grin (not before noticing the little giggle directed at his appearance, or so he supposes -- which only leads him to think of just how precious the dancer is). "And, I'll probably succeed."
"I dont know man, pretty sure they would. I think that'd be more interesting than most of the headlines now."
He makes a small 'pfft'-like noise, arms folding over his chest. "More interesting, but it'd put me behind bars and stop children from seeing their idols. Don't want to do that, nope." Still, he can't keep that idiotic smile off of his face for long, especially because of Puck's badly-concealed lie.
"Y-yeah,not big like ya know posters all of the wall and stuff."
The smile tilts down slightly in to a smug smirk, and he nodes and hums in a sarcastic way as if saying 'sure I believe that, Puck.'
"Though autographs are cool.."
Another chuckle, and this time Michael really does take out a pen and a scrap piece of paper. He secretly write something on the back of it, then turns it over and signs it messily, resting the paper on his knee. "There you go," he says, handing the paper over.
To Twinkle-Toes,
keep it up. you're doing good! : ) (and it's drawn exactly like that, sideways)
On the back, there's his number, but Michael hopes that Puck won't realise that until he's gone.

[FluffyWolf]

He nodded slightly with a soft chuckle. Of course he would if he put his mind to it. Though he guessed that would be okay,and he wouldn't mind it at all. "That's one way to think of it!~" He teased lightly,and smirked at Micheal.He loved the other male's smiles no matter how small they were. He didn't really know why,but he guessed it didn't matter.
He giggled at the sound,and the comment. He liked him. Not just by him being his hero,and the fact that he was insanely attractive,but also because of his awesome personality.He shook his head slightly and smiled with a blush. "Of course not,that would be absolutely terrible."He joked with a soft chuckle.
He looked down with a cheeky smile on his face.He soon looked up though when he saw him scribbling on a piece of paper. He blushed realizing what it was. It was his autograph,and he was going to put it up on his wall. Definitely. He took the paper with his blush darkening as he read it. He grinned at him his eyes bright with innocent happiness. He soon acts like he calmed down though with a embarrassed,shy smile."T-thanks." He said as he gently folded the paper and pushed it into his pack which was slung on the chair.
He looked at the pack and snickered,"Most people think this is my girlfriends,despite the fact I tell them I don't have one.
He squirms for a second,and looked over at him. "So..Might as well get to know each other since we will be around each other for 2 months."He murmured and he raised an eyebrow. He rubbed the back of his neck. He was being awkward,and he hated that already. Why did he insist on being awkward around him?

{Sorry it took forever ;3;}