[OTA] Moves like...Kelly.

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If he was really honest with himself, Alasdair was really more of a Donald O'Connor than a Gene Kelly. More energetic, more frenetic, something of a grinning goofball on the dancefloor. Of course, he wasn't on a dance floor right now. He was sitting in a chair like a normal human being, flipping through a copy of H.P. Lovecraft's Tales for the sophomore class, with his iPod on.

But doing something like this, while sitting in his chair with Lovecraft like a normal human being...was probably not actually so normal.

Then again, if you had moves like Gene Kelly Donald O'Connor, you probably wouldn't really care.

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It's the price of honesty. He just, when he was her age, got tired of the adults who pretended they had all their shit together when they really, really did not.

It's a thing. "Not quite forever."

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"Close enough." Romance. So impractical. So confusing, apparently for years and years.

Sigh. "Well, thank you anyway. And um, sorry for my handwriting. I rushed it a bit." And had to rewrite a page when it got smudged with jam, but he doesn't need to know that.

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And yet, somehow - so enticing. There had to be a reason they all kept doing it.

"You can't possibly be worse than the chicken scratches I got from some of the guys," Alasdair says. "I think they're all trying to be doctors and are practicing the terrible handwriting already."

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She wrinkles her nose. "Them? Half of them'd have terrible bedside manners, y'know. Ew."

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"Heinous," Alasdair intones. "Doubt it'd matter much to them. Half the doctors I've met have had terrible bedside manners."