Making it count (Dorrien/open)

[isabel.ava.harper]

....It smashed into Dorrien's foot with a loud CLUNK! before landing on the ground, the first impact softening the second, so it actually didn't break into tiny pieces as she had envisioned. Eyes wide with delight, Isabel cringed as Dorrien cried out, hopping about on the spot as the radio blasted out the most awful song, with words that were just, well.... unnecessary. Instinctively, Isabel crouched down to look the contraption over, though she felt torn. Dorrien had hurt his foot, and she wanted to make sure he was ok, too. Trying to multitask, she opted for rubbing the top of his shoe, sympathetically.

"Is your foot ok?" she asked, as she eyed the radio carefully, her attention split in half. It seemed to be undamaged, though maybe it would suffer from a mild scratch or two where it had landed. She didn't want to move it, though, in case it crumbled to dust in her hands. Giving Dorrien's foot one last rub, she got back to her feet, noticing for the first time that he was red as a beetroot and giving her uncomfortable looks. What was that for? Because she had tried to rub his foot better? A string of expletives erupted from the lead singer's mouth in a surprisingly tuneful fashion, and Dorrien went redder still. Oh. Of course.

Isabel had heard such language before, she wasn't naive or sheltered to that extreme, not nearly enough to make her blush over a song like this. Dorrien, on the other hand, seemed to want the ground to open up and swallow him. She went to work trying to diffuse the situation. "Muggle music is weird, huh." She pulled out her wand and gave it a flick toward a small dial on the side of the radio, the way Muriel had showed her, and after a bit of static noise, the song changed to something more pleasant and upbeat. Definitely Dorrien friendly, or so she assumed. Her foot began to tap enthusiastically as the beat took over. She really wanted to dance, but Dorrien looked awkward enough already. "I think we fixed it," she commented, nodding toward the ground and hoping that would be the end of Dorrien's crusade. Her shoulders began to shimmy of their own accord.

[dorrien.perseus.drakos]

Dorrien was a little in pain, a little embarrassed, and very much confused. For one, she was looking at the radio, while at the same time rubbing his foot and asking if it was okay. Which was...pretty much very confusing for Dorrien, who did not multitask and got very frazzled when other people did the same. But presently, Isa took control of the entire situation - making the music back to normal, and basically fixing things, and as he looked at her doing all this, he decided that he was really really lucky to have her as a friend.

Plus, she'd given him a really awesome point in which to reenter the conversation. "Well, some muggle music is weird," he said with a very decided nod. "But I really like some of it...especially...pop music, isn't it called? A bit like what you're playing right now, I think." Dorrien liked music, in general, without being the slightest bit knowledgeable about it - but of course, he was always more than happy to learn something new. "Whats your favorite kind of music? Do you often listen to the magical bands? They have some pretty great music too. Like, you know...The Love Potions."

His mother often listened to those, and had told him a bit about them, which was where his knowledge came from. Unfortunately, his mother had a slightly eccentric taste in music, and The Love Potions were a pretty good example of music that was, as their name suggested, extremely romantic, and changed beats every ten seconds.

"Look at you!" he said with a laugh a few seconds later as he saw her moving shoulders and her tapping foot. He was infected with some amount of similar happiness, what with the fact that the song was better and his foot no longer hurt. "You look like you want to start dancing again right here right now."