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#815556 - DIALOGUE ã #C7BC92 - THOUGHTS
It was difficult being the new guy in the group; he hadn't been expecting this kind of job when he signed up after all. But he'd take what he could get. These four were under his tutelage and therefore, his responsibility. Yves was a lot of things, but a man who ran away from his duties wasn't one of them. Forgot about them? Maybe. He couldn't exactly help the fact that his memory functions were completely occupied by dance choreography.
The sound of a door opening jolted him out of his reverie, and he turned his attention to the newcomer, an easy smile breaking out as he saw who it was. "Oh, hello Nakahara. You're early." Group dancing; a bit like those idol group dances from what he'd seen on the videos. Just generally a lot less cutesy he supposed. Definitely not his area of expertise. Nor was this class Nakahara's but he supposed it was to expand his horizons a bit. He gave the lad a cursory glance; it didn't look as if he did any sort of muscle training, which might prove cumbersome to him in the future. Yves might be proven wrong when he danced, but the style he used didn't seem to encourage toning his core really. He brought out a pen from the pocket of his pants, quickly scribbling a note on Nakahara's bio sheet.
When he was done, he placed the papers on the lone chair in the room, keeping it safe within a plastic envelope. The Cajun would write notes on the rest later, when they actually arrived. He'd need to personally see what changed for the individuals since the recorded performances he watched last night.
Stretching his arms above his head, he looked towards the other lone occupant of the room. "We can start basic stretching while we wait for everyone else." The black shirt he wore clung to him like a second skin, moving with him as he went through the motions. It was clear he was expecting Nakahara to follow him, already moving towards one of the mirrored walls he'd designated as the "front" of the class.
Neither of them spoke for five minutes as they performed the basic exercises. The silence wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but Yves felt the need to fill it all the same. The man did need to speak up more after all. "Nakahara, have you ever done muscle training before?" Might as well make productive use of the noise.