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Tumblebrutus x Mistoffelees

(A/N) Aka Misto being a gay mess-

Human au!! Also I'm not a dancer and I have no idea what ballet moves are called xD

A tall boy with dark curls that hung in front of his eyes and a vitiligo patch splashed over his right eye, standing out from his brown skin, raised his left leg above his head. The muscles on his back were stretched taut and he tilted his neck backwards, bending his supporting leg to suddenly drop his other in an illusion.

Mistoffelees, a skinny boy in his late-teens with limp black curtains and knobbly elbows, was tranxfixed. He stared at the dancer, his shallow blue eyes wide with wonder and admiration. Every movement was perfectly controlled, his eyes were narrowed with a profound concentration.

"Hey Misto," the boy said. Mistoffelees was instantly snapped out of his trance, quickly flushing scarlet at the thought of being caught gaping.

"H-Hey.. T-Tumble..." Mistoffelees whispered quietly, mortified.

Tumblebrutus simply grinned at the other boy.

"Well come in then. It's a public studio and I ain't using half of it," he said with a laugh.

"Wha- oh-" Mistoffelees looked to the floor, only just remembering he was standing in the door, his bag by his feet where he dropped it when he first saw Tumble. He picked up the black exercise bag by the large thick strap and hurried into the studio. The room was light, with mirrors panelling one wall and a wooden bar running across the opposite. There was also an open window.

Mistoffelees kicked his bag over to an empty corner, his eye constantly being drawn to the dancing figure of Tumblebrutus Palmisano.

The boy was in his year at school, and was the eldest Palmisano brother.

Their school had a hierarchy of sorts, with the name of Palmisano at the top, and the loners rotting at the bottom. If you were friends with them, or were lucky enough to be one, you became teen royalty.

Mistoffelees, however, was unfortunately near the latter end of this social scale.

The forgotten younger brother of Victoria Chesham-Jones, the best friend of the cheerleading squad captain, who happened to be a Palmisano as well, was interested in chess, the moon and corny magic tricks, which weren't the most popular of hobbies in the school.

Misto took a deep breath and started on his barre stretches, warming up before trying some of the more complicated steps and moves. He forced his head to look to the right so he wouldn't stare at the other boy and got into the preparatory position with his arms in front of him and both his feet turned out.

First position

Heels together, arms raised, elbows bent.

Second position

Feet apart, arms horizontal, shoulders down.

Third position

One heel in front of the other, one arm stretched to the side, the other in first position.

Fourth position

Feet parallel, one arm raised, wrists bent.

Fifth postion

Both feet turned out, both arms raised, elbows and wrists slightly bent.

First position

Heels together, I think his hair is nice, elbows bent.

Second position

His eyes are sparkling, arms horizontal, shoulders down.

Third position

One heel in front of the other, one arm stretched to the side, he's so strong.

Fourth position

Feet parallel, how does he look so flawless, wrists bent.

Fifth postion

Both feet turned out, both arms raised,his lips are so full.

First position

Heels together, his form is excellent, elbows bent.

Second position

Feet apart, arms horizontal, I guess I'd like to kiss him.

Third positi- floor.

Tumblebrutus quickly turned around when he heard the loud thud as Misto came crashing to the floor after he tripped up over his feet, something the careful Mistoffelees Chesham-Jones was not known to do.

"You alright?" Tumble asked the younger boy, yanking him up to his feet.

Misto had no answer to give Tumble. He quickly turned away, his face lighting up an embarrassing hot vermillian colour, moving back to the bar.

Tumble gave Mistoffelees an odd look but shrugged and went back to practising his grand jetés.

Mistoffelees tried to continue on with doing the basic five positions, but he couldn't concentrate on the moves. He couldn't concentrate on the barre. He couldn't concentrate on his feet. He couldn't concentrate on his arms.

But what he could concentrate on, however, was Tumblebrutus, and the single thought whizzing around his head.

"It's not my fault you're so goddamn hot..."

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Some cuddly Tumbloffelees for day 9 of Jellicle ships month: Mistoffelees day!