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[color=lightgray][i]FC: Clement Becq
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[INDENT]After Isabella had left, Anastasiy had remained, for the most part, by himself. He’d managed to eat, but he didn’t speak, if only because he was afraid of his English failing yet again. It wasn’t even that it was bad. He simply…had to correct himself too much, and that was entirely unacceptable for him.

He’d left when he felt it was early but not too early, as there were some people leaving as well. He’d undressed, undone his hair, and showered before calling home to say hello. He only managed to speak with his brother and sister, but seeing their faces made him relax and feel comfortable again. Anastasiy stretched before bed, then laid down and tried to get some sleep. It came much easier than he expected.

He was up insanely early and dressed in very short shorts and a tank top, and took his dance bag with him to the first room that looked appropriate enough for some level of dance rehearsal. Despite being forced to go into politics, Anastasiy [i]refused[/i] to lose his ability to dance, and thus stretched and warmed up and stretched before working through old routines to very quiet music playing from his phone, although at this point it was not much to do with the music and more to do with counting beats and steps.

At some point, however, he turned up the music. It was just piano instrumentals, considering they felt the most like the ballet school, so it likely wouldn’t disturb anyone, he thought. He wasn’t even paying attention to anything but the music and the steps, leaping and pretend-lifting and pirouetting and so much more, feeling a freedom no other Glavnyan grand prince was ever really going to get. He lost track of time and was going to be cutting it close, but Anastasiy was too in the moment to care.[/INDENT]