Re: Tory & Jamie: the Apartment
"Oh, good," Tory said, sounding relieved. "Four years and four months until that happens and I'm left to be a shambling wreck of a human being, wandering the earth in search of brains. No wait, that's zombies. I guess I could try bathing in the blood of virgins? That never went wrong for anyone, right?" Another cheeky grin, because if you hadn't noticed, Tory used humor in pretty much every situation in which he was socially inept. Which to him, felt like all of them, and being half-drunk on the way to full-drunk with a dude who had already offered him anon sex and he had now somehow convinced to teach him the rudiments of ballet dancing absolutely qualified as said situation.
"The sun thing is very real," Tory confirmed. "I mean, if I'm lucky enough to tan I sprout about a billion more freckles, and if not I'm just crispy for days. It's no way to live," he said, shaking his head, but laughing. "So I stay out of the sun if I can, and I wish I could say I had professional reasons to do so, but the truth is my job kind of requires me to be outside sometimes. Soil samples, water samples, that sort of thing. You kind of have to be in the environment to do environmental science." He caught Jamie's eye for a second. "I don't think you could say less 'expert.' Probably moreso. I can fall back on a book or an article if I forget some key point about an experiment or something. But if you're up there dancing, that's all you, and all the practice and the work. More expert."
Right, heels out. Well that felt completely unnatural, right there. Feet were not made to be pointing in opposite directions and he almost asked what kind of angle he should be making with his feet. 120 degrees? Wider? It was something he could at least understand. But Jamie was also doing odd things with his hand and his wrist and his elbow and Tory was giving it an honest shot, brow furrowed in concentration. "I like weird socks. You don't have any goofy quirks?" He asked, steadying himself still with a hand on Jamie's shoulder. "You know...you secretly wear fedoras, or cat-print bikini briefs. Something like that?" But he was really trying with the foot position, so the words were a little distracted. Say what you would but if Tory was doing something he was pretty invested in it.