Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Feb 23, 2012 13:57:50 GMT -5
Hello men and women of Rubrum.
Of course, everyone has heard by now, of the dance coming up Saturday night. Most of you have already done the necessary actions to make sure you’re fired up, well dressed, and ready to go. Have you gotten your own outfit yet? Have you asked someone to be your lucky date for this glorious event? Brushed up on your dancing skills? Perhaps you’ve asked help from one of the prominent dancers around the school.
Apparently some students think finding someone to coach them is too much effort. Maybe you feel this way. Too much effort to impress your date? If so, then fear not! There’s still hope for you to impress that date of yours, and still not have to find someone to coach you. This is through our very own Quon Yobatsu.
Yes, some recent information has shown us that, when not insanely researching the Ultimate Magic or tending to his fabulous hair, Quon actually spends much of his time in his room, brushing up on what he calls, ‘The ability to create a burning desire for a little piece of Quon.’ That statement led to some curiosity, which of course had to be checked out.
Though it took awhile for his ‘wild and sassy’ side to fully show, eventually we saw the real Quon express himself. Express himself in a very unique way. After watching, in fact, one has to ask the question. Is that dancing? Or a seizure? From hip sways to hair flips, Quon has moves that he stated as ‘all the rage’, but could it be he is merely kidding himself?
As the ‘dancing’ continued, there was fear of him harming himself. Medical staff had to be called after he tried one especially exotic move. Named ‘The Fabulous Flying Ultimate Flame’, we watched the normally calm young man go through a series of leaping lunges, ending up with him hitting his knee on the desk, hurtling through mid air, smashing his face into the glass pane, and landing in a heap on the floor. Yes, sweat mixed with blood, and to be honest, his goal might have worked. Who can resist that sexy, sweaty young man, screaming on the floor like a little girl? Has that 'burning desire for a piece of Quon' been fanned to life deep in your fiery soul?
I leave it up to you to make the call.
Dancing?
Or seizure?
--By Carla Ayatsugi
