| sweet taste of india ( shamash ) |
[11 Apr 2008|11:20pm] |
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In all honesty, though Uzume didn't want to admit it. It was a lot harder than it looked; emulating the undulations of the street dancer. The way her hips worked, the goddess couldn't quite figure out, and no matter how she attempted to twist and thrust, it came out looking...well...wrong. The people who were paying to watch the woman dance, were now watching the small Japanese woman attempt to dance just like her. The dancer had been so amused by the slight goddess' attempts that she had placed the bells around her waist so that they could jingle everytime she attempted again. She should have been paying this woman for her lessons, and she would, but in a much different way than she would most likely expect.
The woman was kind enough to take this tourist's time and it attracted more tourists, thusly she was gaining from the experience, though Uzume couldn't quite understand what it was the woman was attempting to tell her.
The air was dry and hot, and she had switched out her usual attire for that of something less conspicuous. A pair of jeans and a midriff baring shirt. The bells had been tied to her belt loops and jingled as she attempted to swing her hips back and forth, emulating the woman's moves...only to fail miserably at it. At least everyone thought it was cute. The lady had even gone so far as to take the goddess by the hips and move them manually, but when she let go it all fell to pieces. There was a trick here she wasn't getting, and if only the communication barrier wasn't there this would be so much easier.
At least the arm movements were easier, though she'd have to figure out those little fingerbell things.
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