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[Team Two] Shake that tail
First post for Team Two, hello! /waves blearily/ I'm gonna have to get used to tagging with a different number this time. o/
Warnings for probable inaccurate lion dance technique, though I only covered the basics. I'm not familiar with the Japanese style of lion dancing, so this is based on the Chinese. I may or may not be sorry for the title.
He hears the drums, cymbals and the gong first, before they stroll into the room in single file. By now, Inoo’s been on enough variety shows to expect the unexpected, and sure enough, he’s not particularly surprised when he finally enters the room after Hikaru to be accosted by the giant, furry face of a Chinese lion costume.
“You’re going to be learning the art of the Chinese lion dance!” the announcer proclaims when they’ve all huddled together, shouting into the microphone over the music. Inoo cheers loudly along with the rest of them, happy to express his amazement at the performance because he can now see that there are two lions prancing about in the middle of the room, and a row of well-muscled people playing the drums and ringing the gongs.
The lions finish their dance and the music finishes with a loud drum roll, and then the lion heads are removed to reveal two people under each. They all clap.
He’s seen a lion dance before, back in university. Thought it was pretty great, he enjoyed it well enough, and so when the announcer asks who has seen a performance up close, Inoo raises his hand.
Which apparently makes him first candidate to be a dancer.
Since the dance they’re learning today is based on the Chinese lion dance, Chinen is the next one chosen due to his acrobatic abilities.
“So,” Chinen turns to him, waggling his eyebrows. “Top or bottom?”
***
It’s not often Inoo is chosen for variety show activities, so he’s buzzed and excited all throughout the dance rehearsal, until they’re showed a move called “Double Lapper” and discover Inoo has to lift Chinen up onto his waist.
They did it once perfectly the first time, but that was it.
“You need to sit back on your heels a little more Inoo-chan,” Chinen sighs when they fail for the third time. The sounds of the other seven plaing the instruments carry over from the other room into this one.
“You’re heavy,” Inoo whines, massaging his thighs. The shoes Chinen’s wearing chafed his skin through the fabric of his pants, and Inoo’s not sure how much more of it he can take.
“Okay, again!” the instructor calls after Chinen scrunches up his face at him, so Inoo puts his hands on Chinen’s waist as they ready themselves to try again.
***
There’s a lot of jumping involved. Inoo’s favourite move of the ones they’ve been taught is called “Triangles,” because it’s easy, and because they started seeing who could make the most ridiculous “searching” face. They abandoned it pretty quickly once underneath the heavy costume though, too hot to even consider having fun.
Given free reign to dance until asked to stop, they have a system in place; for Inoo to direct from behind by calling out the moves they learnt however he sees fit. Inoo’s sure it hasn’t been that long, yet he and Chinen are already drenched in sweat, and his ears are ringing from all the noise.
Inoo’s certain he should be putting more thought into the choreography of the dance, but it’s all he can do to stick so close to Chinen underneath the heavy costume, so he calls out moves whenever he fees like it, and thankfully, Chinen keeps up well enough. Maybe they can pull this off after all.
“Hey Inoo-chan?” Chinen calls out without turning his head.
“Yeah?”
“What do I do with a lettuce?”
“A lettuce? Why are you talking about a lettuce?” Inoo sighs. Usually he has no problem playing along with Chinen’s antics, but now is not one of those times.
And then, with the limited vision he has through his fringe, he spots the green object in Chinen’s hands. “Chinen, where did you get a lettuce from?”
“Someone threw it into the lion’s mouth! You’re the one who’s seen this before,” Chinen hisses, which hey, unfair. Even though he might have seen one at university, the others must have at least seen some on TV.
“Uh, sidestep right” Inoo calls out while he thinks back to the one performance he was an audience to all those years ago. “Oh right,” he says when they’ve moved a step right, “you throw it at someone.”
He’s just about to call out the next move when he sees Chinen lower his left arm as though to lob the lettuce right back out the lion’s mouth. “Wait!” Inoo hisses, tugging on the back of Chinen’s shirt. “Break it up into small chunks first. Don’t throw the whole thing at once.”
“Ohhhh.” Chinen places the one leg he still had in mid-air back down onto the ground. “We can throw it at anyone?”
Honestly Inoo has no idea, but it’s not like they have anything else to go on or much time to debate, so he just says, “Yeah, anyone I think.”
“Okay,” Chinen declares, now crunching up the lettuce in his hands. “New plan. Follow me.”
“It’s not like I have a choice,” Inoo grumbles, but kicks his right foot out more or less in time with Chinen, wiggles a little bit, and stomps in the direction of Chinen’s choosing.
As the drumming and cymbal crashing get closer, he has to admit it’s a good plan.
“Okay, double lapper!” Chinen whispers, so Inoo steadies himself while Chinen crouches down, lifting him when Chinen jumps up again, and together they executing the move for the first time since donning the costume.
“Aim, and fire!” Chinen continues in a low voice, and opens the lion’s mouth.
Inoo doesn’t actually see the moment Chinen fires, closing his eyes just at that moment to shield them from the harsh light, but the squawks he hears, plus Chinen’s wild cackling, is more than enough.
He gets accidentally kicked in the shin and a few pokes to his butt when they amble away, crunching on some of the leftover lettuce Chinen shoved into his mouth, but all in all, it’s only a small price to pay.
***
“The musicians did well,” the announcer booms into the microphone when they’ve gathered back together in the middle of the room, all looking about as drained as Inoo feels, “but YOU,” he emphasises, turning to stare where Chinen’s slumped against Inoo’s right side and tucked underneath his arm, “both did a wonderful job! Maybe next time we’ll get the whole group to do a dragon dance!”
Any excuse to write Inoo and Chinen, really.
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nightbaron079, you're next!
/konks out
Warnings for probable inaccurate lion dance technique, though I only covered the basics. I'm not familiar with the Japanese style of lion dancing, so this is based on the Chinese. I may or may not be sorry for the title.
He hears the drums, cymbals and the gong first, before they stroll into the room in single file. By now, Inoo’s been on enough variety shows to expect the unexpected, and sure enough, he’s not particularly surprised when he finally enters the room after Hikaru to be accosted by the giant, furry face of a Chinese lion costume.
“You’re going to be learning the art of the Chinese lion dance!” the announcer proclaims when they’ve all huddled together, shouting into the microphone over the music. Inoo cheers loudly along with the rest of them, happy to express his amazement at the performance because he can now see that there are two lions prancing about in the middle of the room, and a row of well-muscled people playing the drums and ringing the gongs.
The lions finish their dance and the music finishes with a loud drum roll, and then the lion heads are removed to reveal two people under each. They all clap.
He’s seen a lion dance before, back in university. Thought it was pretty great, he enjoyed it well enough, and so when the announcer asks who has seen a performance up close, Inoo raises his hand.
Which apparently makes him first candidate to be a dancer.
Since the dance they’re learning today is based on the Chinese lion dance, Chinen is the next one chosen due to his acrobatic abilities.
“So,” Chinen turns to him, waggling his eyebrows. “Top or bottom?”
***
It’s not often Inoo is chosen for variety show activities, so he’s buzzed and excited all throughout the dance rehearsal, until they’re showed a move called “Double Lapper” and discover Inoo has to lift Chinen up onto his waist.
They did it once perfectly the first time, but that was it.
“You need to sit back on your heels a little more Inoo-chan,” Chinen sighs when they fail for the third time. The sounds of the other seven plaing the instruments carry over from the other room into this one.
“You’re heavy,” Inoo whines, massaging his thighs. The shoes Chinen’s wearing chafed his skin through the fabric of his pants, and Inoo’s not sure how much more of it he can take.
“Okay, again!” the instructor calls after Chinen scrunches up his face at him, so Inoo puts his hands on Chinen’s waist as they ready themselves to try again.
***
There’s a lot of jumping involved. Inoo’s favourite move of the ones they’ve been taught is called “Triangles,” because it’s easy, and because they started seeing who could make the most ridiculous “searching” face. They abandoned it pretty quickly once underneath the heavy costume though, too hot to even consider having fun.
Given free reign to dance until asked to stop, they have a system in place; for Inoo to direct from behind by calling out the moves they learnt however he sees fit. Inoo’s sure it hasn’t been that long, yet he and Chinen are already drenched in sweat, and his ears are ringing from all the noise.
Inoo’s certain he should be putting more thought into the choreography of the dance, but it’s all he can do to stick so close to Chinen underneath the heavy costume, so he calls out moves whenever he fees like it, and thankfully, Chinen keeps up well enough. Maybe they can pull this off after all.
“Hey Inoo-chan?” Chinen calls out without turning his head.
“Yeah?”
“What do I do with a lettuce?”
“A lettuce? Why are you talking about a lettuce?” Inoo sighs. Usually he has no problem playing along with Chinen’s antics, but now is not one of those times.
And then, with the limited vision he has through his fringe, he spots the green object in Chinen’s hands. “Chinen, where did you get a lettuce from?”
“Someone threw it into the lion’s mouth! You’re the one who’s seen this before,” Chinen hisses, which hey, unfair. Even though he might have seen one at university, the others must have at least seen some on TV.
“Uh, sidestep right” Inoo calls out while he thinks back to the one performance he was an audience to all those years ago. “Oh right,” he says when they’ve moved a step right, “you throw it at someone.”
He’s just about to call out the next move when he sees Chinen lower his left arm as though to lob the lettuce right back out the lion’s mouth. “Wait!” Inoo hisses, tugging on the back of Chinen’s shirt. “Break it up into small chunks first. Don’t throw the whole thing at once.”
“Ohhhh.” Chinen places the one leg he still had in mid-air back down onto the ground. “We can throw it at anyone?”
Honestly Inoo has no idea, but it’s not like they have anything else to go on or much time to debate, so he just says, “Yeah, anyone I think.”
“Okay,” Chinen declares, now crunching up the lettuce in his hands. “New plan. Follow me.”
“It’s not like I have a choice,” Inoo grumbles, but kicks his right foot out more or less in time with Chinen, wiggles a little bit, and stomps in the direction of Chinen’s choosing.
As the drumming and cymbal crashing get closer, he has to admit it’s a good plan.
“Okay, double lapper!” Chinen whispers, so Inoo steadies himself while Chinen crouches down, lifting him when Chinen jumps up again, and together they executing the move for the first time since donning the costume.
“Aim, and fire!” Chinen continues in a low voice, and opens the lion’s mouth.
Inoo doesn’t actually see the moment Chinen fires, closing his eyes just at that moment to shield them from the harsh light, but the squawks he hears, plus Chinen’s wild cackling, is more than enough.
He gets accidentally kicked in the shin and a few pokes to his butt when they amble away, crunching on some of the leftover lettuce Chinen shoved into his mouth, but all in all, it’s only a small price to pay.
***
“The musicians did well,” the announcer booms into the microphone when they’ve gathered back together in the middle of the room, all looking about as drained as Inoo feels, “but YOU,” he emphasises, turning to stare where Chinen’s slumped against Inoo’s right side and tucked underneath his arm, “both did a wonderful job! Maybe next time we’ll get the whole group to do a dragon dance!”
Any excuse to write Inoo and Chinen, really.
nightbaron079, you're next!/konks out