RADIO HEAD / open, dancing

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]Things had went so sour so fast that he barely had time to wrap his mind around anything that was happening right now. One moment Quill was offering to lend him the music, another moment of Benny lightly nudging him and asking if he wanted dance lessons which he would have agreed to both if things had been simplistic and in better company. Although giving a slave things and even trying to teach him things was two taboos. His facial expression almost collapsed down and he looked to Dante, his owner almost pleading that he wouldn’t but he did and he pulled his ears back. One thing led to another and there was arguing and then Yes Man had appeared and Tsuyu was slapped. His form stood rigid and he breathed out harshly as he had a feeling he wouldn’t escape a punishment either. Closing his eyes a bit the male would flick them to Quill, after having seen Tsuyu look at him with almost a pleading look before it became neutral. ”Sorry to the both of you... I can’t accept.” Not in front of everyone but perhaps in private settings where he wasn’t easily reigned in.

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Shigaraki isn't the type of person that has the biggest liking for dancing. He hates it. He only sees it as a mere waste of everyone's and anyone's time. As for music, he happens to like classical and alternative. Music was a rather interesting part of art and he finds it as soothing. Upon hearing Quill's sudden shouting about dancing, the male narrows his crimson eyes and he decides to approach the scene. He merely curls his lower lip in slight disgust and he stands right beside Dante- ignoring everyone else and he speaks.

"He's correct. Instead of dancing and wasting your time, you should be working."

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Oh, Gabriel loved parties. Well, maybe not for the same reasons that most people (or Quill, really) liked them. The serval was a hardass stoner and loved any good excuse to get high- even if he already did it daily just for funsies these days. Thus, the scent of the devil's lettuce permeated the air ever so slightly as he wandered over.

"C'mon now, lighten up," Gabriel slurred, a slightly goofy smile playing on his lips- or what remained of them at least. He was a bit of a sight, blunt hanging from the exposed teeth on the right hand side of his face as he swayed ever so slightly to the music Quill was playing. "We work all the time, who's it gonna kill if you stop being sitting ducks?"