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xxxxxxxxxName || Atasi - a variation of flower also known as 'blue flax'.
xxxxxxxxxGender || Female.
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xxxxxxxxxLikes || Dancing, iced coffee, competitions, sunrise, winter.
xxxxxxxxxDislikes || Sleeping, hot weather, bitter or sour foods.
xxxxxxxxxQuirks || Speaks informally - tends to shorten words and use
xxxxxxxxxabbreviations, folds ears back when nervous, shifts between feet
xxxxxxxxxwhen excited, tends to have a smile as her neutral expression.
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xxxxxxxxxPersonality || Calling Atasi an 'acquired taste' when it comes to
xxxxxxxxxher personality wouldn't be incorrect - her first impression (and
xxxxxxxxxevery impression after that) can seem intense or intimidating to
xxxxxxxxxmore mellow viscets. She isn't actually the unfriendly type; to the
xxxxxxxxxcontrary, she's energetic and generally affectionate, and doesn't
xxxxxxxxxtake very long to warm up to others. It's just that her confidence
xxxxxxxxxand enthusiasm can wear quieter viscets down. Her energy seems
xxxxxxxxxinfinite, even in situations wherein most viscets may grow tired
xxxxxxxxxshe proceeds with vigour and a smile. This is both her strong point
xxxxxxxxxand her downfall - whilst always keeping a positive outlook can be
xxxxxxxxxencouraging, it really does lead her to be overambitious, and take
xxxxxxxxxon far more than she can handle. Her overworking habits also stem
xxxxxxxxxfrom her urge to be the best. It may seem like over-exaggeration,
xxxxxxxxxbut a significant portion of Atasi's motivation in dancing is burning
xxxxxxxxxdrive and a competitive nature. The safety and security that comes
xxxxxxxxxwith her confidence of her abilities is what makes her comfortable.
xxxxxxxxxAs she found with her encounter with Vincint, threats to this
xxxxxxxxxsecurity cause an odd spike in the competitiveness of her
xxxxxxxxxpersonality. To some, this can make Atasi's attitude off-putting;
xxxxxxxxxthankfully, it didn't prevent her from getting along with Vincint -
xxxxxxxxxeven if it took some time.

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Username - -Shaded-
Name - Vincint
(v-in-kint)
Gender - Male
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----Personality----
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--- First Impression ---
When you first meet Vincint, you realize that he Isn't much
of a talker. He tends to keep to himself, listening to his
playlist, and going through previously choreographed songs.
This can come off as being snobby or him saying
nonverbaly that "I'm better than everyone
else so don't talk to me"... its more like "I forgot to do
this project, why would I talk to you if I'm busy. I need to
concentrate" Another important thing to know in order
to get underneath his skin is challenging his skill or the
ability to do things.That, my friends, is probably the
fastest way to get to know this viscet... through
intense friendly competition.
(oh and constantly pestering him lol)

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--- Knowing Him Better ---
He is a pretty emotional viscet who just wants to do things the most efficient and fastest way possible. He tends to shut out others ideas or suggestions to pursue his own path... I mean it has gotten him far. Sometimes when a friend pesters him, on the surface he may seem annoyed or mad, but he secretly kinda enjoys the attention and the effort his friends make to talk to him. Most of his friends have already realized that a way to get Vincint to do what you want or what you need him to do is to straight up challenge him. He can never turn down a bet or a challenge so... some of his friends do occasionally take advantage of that quirk in a non-mean way.
Finally, he is not a materialistic viscet. He doesn't like clutter and he doesn't like to be given gifts that hold no meaning to him. He likes to receive things that hold meaning. Vincint swells up at the thought of a person thinking about him and actually spending the time and money to get it... he'd rather get a rock that holds sentimental value than a gift card to his favorite store.
(329 words)

--- Likes & Dislikes ---

-✓- Likes -✓-
✓ Dark Chocolate
✓ Older Songs (Early 2000's - 1980's)
✓ Hair Touching
✓ Motor Bikes
✓ Honeydew Melon
✓ P!ATD & MCR

-✗- Dislikes -✗-
✗ Long Distance Running
✗ Loud People
✗ Following Rules
✗ Smoking
✗ Becoming overemotional
✗ People who are inconsiderate of others
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➳ Atasi was convinced that she’d turn to stone if she stood still any longer.

Her eyes were glued to the dance class noticeboard, gnawing on her lip impatiently. It felt as though she’d been waiting there for hours. Several other viscets were hovering too - a few steps behind, mind you. Everyone knew how competitive Atasi tended to get over these competitions.

When the dance instructor walked over to pin the team sheet up on the noticeboard, Atasi regained the ability to move and dashed forward.

“These teams are final,” the instructor said, as though sensing the way Atasi froze in panic. “You’ve been paired up based on preferred dance style, so it’ll be interesting to see what you all come up with with your partner.”

But Atasi was hardly listening. Was this some kind of joke? These teams are final. The instructor knew that she didn’t get along with him, so why would they-

Atasi felt someone stiffen beside her. She glanced around, making brief eye contact with the viscet beside her, before he turned and began walking the other way. Atasi was quick to follow, a scowl already set on her face.

“Hey Vincint!” she called, observing how the viscet stuttered to a halt. He watched her catch up with clear disinterest. “I don’t want to work with you,” she informed him.

“Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” Vincint began walking as quickly as he’d stopped, and Atasi stumbled after him. He walks way too fast.

“I’m not done talking! Hey!” She made a noise of exasperation, refusing to resort to running after the other viscet, but determined not to let him wander off. “You have to take part. I wanna win!”

“As always,” was the response, but Vincint had now slowed his pace enough that Atasi was able to walk beside him.

It was only the third annual dance competition, and the first one in teams; Atasi was friends with basically every viscet in the class, but nobody had really been surprised when she’d won the first competition. She’d always been competitive in dancing, after all. When Vincint had joined, he’d seemed so quiet and isolated. Nobody had expected him to show Atasi up at her own game. What could have been a casual friendship turned to bitter stares and sharp comments in an instant. Even the instructor seemed tired of the arguing - perhaps that’s why they’d ended up in the same team.

“What, don'tcha wanna win? Scared you’ll look stupid dancing next to me?” Atasi teased, plastering a bright grin on her face. It grew even wider when Vincint stopped in his tracks, his indifferent stare sparking with newfound interest.

“I’ll show you stupid,” he muttered, spinning back around and heading toward the practice rooms.

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➳ “This is never gonna work.”

Vincint stopped the music playing on Atasi’s phone whilst being met with a look of annoyance.

“What do you mean? I’ve shown you like ten songs, you’ve said no to all of them. How are we supposed to choreograph anything if you’re not even gonna pick a song?” she said resentfully.

“Your music taste is too different to mine, I can’t dance to this. It’s far too intense, and has no vocals at all. We can’t make an interesting performance like this.”

The clock ticked on past 11 o’clock. When Atasi didn’t reply, Vincint rolled his eyes, and grabbed his bag and the keys lying by the wall. “Fine, this wasn’t going to work anyway. Let’s lock up, and-”

“Hold it,” Atasi said, quickly skittering to her feet. “We have to win this. You’re really gonna give up that fast? I thought you were good at competitions.” She paused to think, then sighted defeatedly. “We’ll find a song we both like. Show me some of your stuff, Vincent.”

“That’s not my name.” Vincint looked irritated, but he took out his phone and dumped his bag back down anyway.

“Got it, Vincent. Let’s hear your song ideas.”

Vincint chose to ignore the teasing grin, focusing on scrolling through his music library instead.

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➳ Vincint pressed his head against the mirror, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He wasn’t strong enough for this.

“You dance like wet spaghetti,” Atasi snorted. “How on earth did you ever win the previous competition? So much for partnering us up based on dance styles.”

Today was definitely a day to test Vincint’s patience. Much like every other day spent in a twenty foot radius of Atasi. She dropped insults at every opportunity, a subtle smile plastered on her face when the teasing drew obvious annoyance out of the other viscet. He’d been quiet for so long, there was something enjoyable to her about watching his stoney facade break a little.

“If you used even half of your talking energy on dancing, we’d have the first part of the choreo down by now,” he snapped, watching the surprise blossom on Atasi’s face. He supposed she wasn’t used to him arguing back often. Seeing her hesitate was oddly satisfying compared to her usual taunting grin.

“You’re the one who’s dancing all weird,” she mumbled, but shifted back into formation. After enjoying this mini victory, Vincint joined her.

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➳ “Happy 3am!” Atasi said cheerfully, waltzing back into the practice room. Vincint was spending his well-earned break sprawled across the floor, thinking about all the sleep he could be having on any other day. He felt a prick in his side, and shuffled away in annoyance.

“I didn’t know if you took sugar in your coffee, but here it is just incase.” Atasi placed down a plastic cup of iced coffee, followed by a huge pawful of sugar packets. Vincint blinked.

“You got me coffee?” This was new. Not that he was going to complain. Atasi disappeared to get coffee whenever they stayed to practice past midnight, but she’d never turned up with one for him before.

“If you fall asleep, how are we supposed to win?” she said, but she was avoiding his eyes. Vincent took this as another mini victory.

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➳ For the first two weeks of practice, staying up until long past midnight became a staple for the pair. Vincint had grown convinced that Atasi had such high energy that she simply did not ever need to sleep. She sure acted like it. Maybe it was the amount of coffee she drank.

Either way, Vincint could not say the same for himself.

Atasi waltzed into the practice room with her usual iced coffee, almost stumbling over her own feet when she noticed Vincint asleep, face shoved against the mirror. She snorted, holding back her usual laughter. When she glanced at the clock, it read 4am. That explained a lot.

For a moment, she revelled in how the other viscet looked when asleep. His permanent frown (the mark of a huge grump, in her opinion) was smoothed out into the calmest expression she’d ever seen on his features. She flipped out her phone, taking a quick photo, tongue pressed between her lips as she did so.

She’d tease him for it later.

“Eyes open, Vinnie! If you’re gonna sleep, you best do it at home.”

There was a grunt of annoyance, and a heavy paw shoved Atasi backwards.

He chose to ignore the nickname.

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➳ There was a noise of panic and a thud. Vincint turned to see Atasi crouched close to the floor, so he turned the music off before wandering over.

“I think my leg just gave up for a sec there,” she laughed, but it sounded a little strained. Vincint frowned.

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked, glancing suspiciously at the leg Atasi had tucked beneath her. She shook her head but, as soon as she tried to lift onto all fours, one of her hind legs buckled and she slid down again with a pained sound.

“Maybe you twisted it,” Vincint said, unable to keep the slight worry from seeping into his voice. It didn’t look particularly serious, but he knew Atasi would throw a ruckus if she couldn’t perform after this much practice.

“It’s fine!” Atasi declared, but she didn’t make another move to stand. After a moment of hesitation, Vincint shoved his shoulder against hers in order to help her up, ignoring her protests.

“Let’s go make sure.”

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➳ “You forgot the sugar,” Atasi said in disgust, scrunching up her nose at the iced coffee Vincint had given her. He had to bite back an automatic ‘get it yourself’ upon being reminded that she had to be careful with her leg. She’d seemed okay through practice so far, but he hadn’t missed the way the other viscet had winced whenever too much weight was pressed onto her bad leg. He suspected it hurt more than she was letting on, competitiveness stopping her from taking any rests.

“My bad,” Vincint said eventually, watching the surprised expression reappear on Atasi’s face at the docile response. This seemed to spark some guilt in her, as she uttered a quick “Don’t worry about it,” before going back to drinking (still looking rather disgusted, mind you).

His third mini victory.

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➳ No matter how competitive he got, Vincint always got a bit on edge before competitions.

The same couldn’t be said for Atasi. She was bouncing from leg to leg (injured one lifted slightly - she wasn’t going to risk that) with her eyes wider than he’d ever seen them. He could practically feel her excitement.

“Competitions are really your thing, huh?” he asked. After closer inspection, he noticed that she was chewing on her lip. It was the only sign that she was at all nervous.

“Yeah, those viscets are gonna regret stepping on stage!” she said, earning an eye roll from Vincint. Even with the insults having been (albeit rather slowly) drowned out over the time they spent together, some aspects of Atasi really hadn’t changed. Silently, Vincint couldn’t help but wonder if Atasi had noticed the same for him. Does she still find me odd for being so quiet? He left the question unspoken, but really itched to ask.

“We’re up,” is what he said instead, watching Atasi fling herself toward the stage with vigour.

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➳ It was supposed to go fine. Atasi had it all planned out.

They were going to show a flawless stage - they were arguably the two best dancers in their class, so of course - and then they’d win. Everyone would be happy for them, and she could congratulate Vincint on not messing it up (wherein he would roll his eyes at her, like always). Then he would be able to congratulate her back, and they’d go get coffee to celebrate, accepting the inevitable friendship no matter how unlikely.

Around half way through the choreography, when Atasi felt her leg collapse beneath her weight and knock her down to the surface of the stage, she saw this expectation disappear instantly. Vincint seemed to sense the situation in a heartbeat, because he had stopped dancing and rushed over to her the moment she had hit the stage.

“Are you alright?” He raised his voice over the music, turning a blind eye to the mass of audience watching them.

“I’m fine,” Atasi replied. “It doesn’t hurt.” She stumbled onto three of her legs, half of her weight pressed against Vincint’s shoulder. Even as the music cut out and the instructor poked his head through the backstage curtains to check on her, the only thought in her head was we lost.

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➳ After the competition, Vincint sat in the hallway, fiddling with his phone absentmindedly. He wasn’t really looking at it; he turned the screen on and off repeatedly, lost in thought.

“Howdy Vinnie,” said an all-too-familiar voice. His thought process was broken as a pair of wide green eyes and a blinding grin shoved their way into his view. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

“Nothing.” Vincint pressed a paw against Atasi’s chest to shove her out of his personal space. Her smile didn’t falter. “Your leg’s fine, right? Aren’t you annoyed?”

“Annoyed?” Atasi blinked curiously. “A lil’ disappointed, I guess. But it’s just a competition. We’ll get another chance next year.” The response caught Vincint off-guard. “But yeah, my leg’s fine!”

“Who are you and what have you done with competitive Atasi?” he demanded, half-expecting himself to be dreaming when the other viscet laughed heartily at his comment. Had she hit her head while dancing and lost it? He wouldn’t be surprised.

“It’s alright,” she said eventually. “I did wanna win, but we did our best, so whatever.”

Yeah, Vincint decided she’d definitely lost it.

“It’s not like it was a waste of time or anything. It was good practice, and we fixed your spaghetti-esque dancing habits.” At Vincint’s frown, Atasi beamed in amusement. “Plus, I learnt you aren’t all that bad to hang around with. C’mon, let’s go. We’re friends now, aren’t we?” She wrapped a tail around his waist, and Vincint found himself being dragged to his feet.

“Okay, okay.” He shoved her away, much to her mirth. “Where are we going?”

“Coffee. We need it after that,” Atasi said resolutely, leading Vincint down the hallway toward the exit. He rolled his eyes, but found himself smiling anyway.

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➳ “What got you into dancing?” Vincint asked, watching Atasi sip her iced coffee in silence. It was early as they walked to dance class, and she’d never really been a morning viscet.

“Dunno,” she said honestly, cracking up at Vincint’s disbelieving look. “I had a lot of energy, and I liked competing. I just thought I’d try it out, and I ended up liking the 'cets in class a lot.”

“But you didn’t like me.” Vincint pouted jokingly, and was met with a playful shove.

“You were better than me at something. That’s strictly not allowed. Says so in my friendship rules.”

“My bad, I forgot to read those before I met you.”

When the pair walked into class laughing and sharing coffee, the entire class (instructor included) stared at them as though they had turned neon pink overnight. The progress of their friendship over the month had been an adventure, that was for sure.

Even if they still argued nonstop over who was the better dancer.

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➳ “Hey instructor?” Atasi frowned at the fourth annual dance competition team sheet, now pinned on the noticeboard.

“The teams are final,” the instructor said, sensing where this was going.

“But wait!” She dashed after the instructor as they walked away. “How am I supposed to work with someone other than Vinnie? He’s the only one who dances anything like me!” She proceeded to complain on repeat, the instructor ignoring her with every ounce of their being. Atasi could almost hear Vincint rolling his eyes behind her.

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