Name: Stille Blanchefleur
Age: 15
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Name: Ne'igalometiga Neferter Massri
Age: Fifteen
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Stille stands outside the bar, staring up at it. He glances down at the paper that he's holding and nods, seeing he's at the right address. He walks in slowly, glancing around. He fidgets a bit, looking at the few people in the room. He just walked in and he already had two issues, one; finding someone that knew sign language and, two; finding the owner/ manager. He looks around more, trying to find someone who fits that criteria.

He sighs, looking unsure. He doesn't really see anyone that fits that, but he doesn't really wanna wander, due to not wanting to get yelled at. So, he just stays by the doors, his white eyes taking everything in.

Tiga was the star of the place. He was the youngest dancer and a full-fledged professional, already. He was practicing onstage. They weren't open yet, and the employees were milling around.

Tiga knew sign language. In fact, he knew...a lot of languages. French, Egyptian, Latin, German, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese...he knew quite a lot.

His sensual moves were even attracting hoots and cheers from his fellow employees, who were watching him with glee.

Stille stands by the door, watching him. It was easy to see that Stille was fascinated by the boy. He slowly wanders forward, to get a better look. The boy was so good, but so young! Stille's eyes widen a fraction, still watching him.

He brushes some of his hair back, to get a better look. The boy looked to be close to his age, and also had pink hair. Their eyes were not the same, though.

Tiga continued to dance onstage, completely unaware of anything else around him. He lost himself in his dancing most of the time. He did a few complicated moves, flipping his long hair.

(This. Can. Not. Die. Already! XD)

Stille watches him, not paying attention to the people around him. He blinks at the more complicated moves, hoping he won't have to do anything like that already. Being new, he hoped they'd give him time before making him do more advanced things. Even in his thinking, though, his eyes never leave the boy.

((Then have Stille approach hiiiim!))

Tiga continued to dance, moving like he'd been doing this for years despite his young age. The thought was a tad disturbing. He sunk down low to the ground before sliding back up, in a smooth, sensual motion.

(He's daaancing! God! Must you be such a paaaiin!? XD)

Stille watches him more, frowning at the thought. He then fidgets, debating asking this boy for help. Maybe he'd know who to talk to. He chews his lip, deciding to wait for the boy to finish dancing before approaching him.

After a while of practicing, Tiga stopped and hopped off the stage, to applause from his fellow employees. He half-bowed half-curtsied, sitting down at a free table and stretching himself out thankfully.

Stille waits a moment, then wanders over to him. 'I'm Stille. You were really good," he signs cheerily. He watches Tiga, hoping he'll understand him. He looks slightly nervous.

Tiga blinked. Then, he blinked again. It had been a while since he'd even seen sign language. Was this boy...deaf? Hoping his sign language was still all right, he signed back, 'I'm Ne'igalomeatiga. Tiga, for short. Thank you--I work hard to please the customers here! Do you need some help?'

Stille watches his hands. He then nods. 'Yup. I'm the new dancer.' His face goes pink at that and he watches Tiga for a reply.

Tiga tilted his head. Then, he squealed and jumped up and down. He gave him a prompt, tight hug, then pulled back and signed to him. 'Hooray! Then you're the apprentice I've been waiting for!'

Stille blinks at the hug, then smiles. 'Yay! Then I came to the right person!' He looks glad for that.