Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein If one were to ask the French male, he would have stated that had been... just short of a disaster. Perhaps if only because he had wanted to look good to his boyfriend, now that he and Jude had time together again over the summer. It's not like Davet was a stranger to looking silly, but there was something that perhaps wounded the pride the slightest bit when there were 10 years olds dancing circles around you. Literally, at one point. So when Jude remarked that he had done well, the Durand male just raised an eyebrow skeptically but with a playful smile. Even if he was disappointed he didn't take to it like a fish to water, it was still time spent with Jude so he couldn't be too sullen - his heart just wouldn't allow it. "Are you sure you were watching me? One of the younger students had similar hair and he DID do well." He teased back, before returning to the question. He WAS tired but... he wasn't jumping to admit it. "I've got some energy left. But it's such beautiful weather we're having, perhaps we should go outside and take a walk through the gardens? I'm rather good at walking." He was joking. For the most part.
At the suggestion of practicing more, Davet was almost thinking perhaps he HAD meant what he said. But a better idea popped into his head instead. "Sure. Can we do something a little slower tempo'd this time?" Perhaps something that required him being closer to his boyfriend?
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