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[Wemmbus chest heaved with the effort of taking in the breaths.]
Who the hell knew Ballet would be this hard!?
ALSO who the fuck is this Boosfer guy and why the fuck is he so good!?!?!?!?
[Wemmbu lifted his head and glared across the room at the green haired boy perfectly lifting himself up onto pointe even though he claims it was his first time ever doing ballet]
I hate this fucking Boosfer kid my god bro....
I wish I was with Egg. Why did egg have to be taking Ballet classes his entire life..
"--bu!"
[Wemmbu glances up locking eyes with Boosfer who is surprisingly close to him now]
"What do you want Boosfer"
[Boosfer smiled and Wemmbu could see why adults always called his sweet, the way small dimples formed on the corners of Boosfers mouth as he smiled and the alluring pull it gave off.
Wemmbus tail twiched slightly in annoyance]
"Bu! Glad your finally listening! I was sent over to help you dude!"
"Help me?"
"Yeah bu! I'm awesome at helping!"
[Wemmbu internally rolled his eyes at Boosfers statement and then flinched when he felt arms wrap around his wrist.
Wemmbus gaze snaps to where Boosfer had lightly grabbed his wrist and began freaking out internally]
HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT IS THIS GUYS PROBLEM WHAT IS THIS GUYS PROBLEM
[Wemmbu stumbled after Boosfer like an idiot as the guy pulled him towards the practice room.
After Wemmbu entered the practice room Boosfer closed the door behind him and then dragged wemmbu over to the wall without the mirrors and just the bar.]
"Here bu, place your hand on the bar!"
[Wemmbu blinked like an idiot at Boosfer and Boosfers face flushed slightly with embarrassment.]
"Uhh... Uhh.. Bu... Hands on the bar please?"
[Wemmbu snapped out of his trance slightly and then placed his hands on the bar in front of him.
Boosfer's smile widens as he finally releases Wemmbus wrist just to clap his hands together]
"Thanks Bu!"
[Wemmbu nodded slightly curious to what Boosfer was going to help him with. Wemmbu was perfectly fine at ballet! Hell he was even better the Boosfer
(not like anyone ever actually payed attention to Wemmbu.)]
It's always just Boosfer this and Boosfer that. I'm good too!! God damn I hate this dudes guts.
[Wemmbu roughly shoved his flats into his bag and slung it over his shoulder before roughly signing the sign out book and storming out of the building glaring at Boosfer and roughly bumping into him as he passed.
Wemmbu stormed down the stairs and out into the fresh air and walked around the block before climbing into the backseat of a Porsche.]
"How was Ballet baby bro?"
"Shut the fuck up Mane"
"Woah. What happened?"
"None of your fucking business. Just drive."
[Mane looked back at Wemmbu wearily before beginning the drive home only stopping once more to pick up Parrot and his friend.]
[Wemmbu roughly threw the door to his room open and then slammed it shut behind him the loud bang echoing throughout the entire house.]
Downstairs
"Yo bro what the fuck is Wemmbu's problem today??"
[Mane sighs]
"I wish I knew Flame he was like that when I picked him up. Something probably happened in ballet."
"No shit Mane."
"Oh shut up little bro"
[Mane feels a slight tug on the hem of his shirt and he glances down]
"Hi baby bro."
[Mane scoops Spoke up into his arms]
"What's up Spoke?"
"Why is big brother Wemm mad?"
[Mane sighs again]
"I wish I knew Spoke. I wish I knew."