>>5954024Before you knew it, you had the crowd eating in the palm of your hands. Even Fuller and his posse started to cheer you on. Giving you some rather mixed signals considering that if you was doing this naturally he would be seething immensely. At best, he would begrudgingly accept your skills but still proceed to call you something like a dancing monkey. While that's true, you knew that he meant it as an insult rather than stating the facts. To which you wouldn't take all too kindly, even if you refrain from throwing your punches and putting him in his place once again. Men always seem to either get angry at being bested by a woman or turned on by the prospect of a stronger female dominating them. It was the luck of the draw.
Knowing yours, Agundas might still be housing feelings for you, despite acting like an echo box for Fuller. If he were to call you a dancing monkey, he'd probably be way more genuine, in a numbskull kind of way of complementing someone. Really, if Agundas wasn't impressionable and influenced by Fuller, you'd probably feel regret about hitting him after turning him down nonchalantly. On his own, he's mainly a harmless big oaf that was playing up the typical jock archetype in media. It's really Fuller that actually earns your tempered ire, but you weren't precisely in a hurry to break his spell on Agundas. For all you know, they could genuinely be real good friends, and that would make you the bad girl.
Bah! There you go again having a philosophical introspective when your real goal was right in front of you. You really needed to stop using those empathy skills your empath companion Chi-Chi thoroughly taught you. It was perfect reading the flow of things, especially in a fight as made finding the hints or tells of a person's fighting style that much easier. But things like showing empathy, while it has its benefits, could easily be a double-edged sword. The mere thought of empathizing with Fuller for example made you break out in goosebumps as your hair bristles somewhat. With that troubling thought, you gradually transition into the big finish. Now landing in a relaxed pose like one of those French models to your adoring fans.
Throughout that entire dance number not once did you have a wardrobe malfunction. Now that was the real magic trick as your clothing hugged your figure, not once letting it allow a slip or disheveled, messy appearance to the public. To nobody's surprise, you were soon crowed up by countless people. Still in the groove, you find yourself able to converse with them, mingling like it was natural. While you weren't Bulma, you did pick up on some of her tricks in the art of conversation. Thus, you were able to charm the ever-growing crowd of teenagers, earning some much attention from all the boys. Practically coming to line up to you for the right to ask you out on a date, much to your surprise.
Before you can answer either of them, you find yourself suddenly being approached by...
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