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Summary–What would this character say to that character? Let's find out. Random drabbles between the Dance Central cast. Friendship, family, (possible flirtation), humor, general.

Disclaimer–I do not own Dance Central, which belongs to its respective owner(s) and is only being used in a fan-made, fictional story.

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Title–All the small things

Chapter 7–Trippin' down memory lane

By–Moon Prynces

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He had to admit, the kid knew what he was doing. Not to mention the songs were just his style.

Mo looked up again to the other end of the train where this little asian kid was happily joking around with some friends, showing off his moves, and being admired by a couple other passengers.

He wore some prep school uniform: collared shirt tucked into a pair of slacks with a matching tie. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and Mo spotted his school jacket in the heap on a nearby seat.

He made a mental note of the school itself, in case he never ran into the kid on the train again. It'd be a damn shame to let all that talent go to waste.

But for now he sat back and observed.

The old lady nearby caught his intense stare at the group of teenage boys and shot him a dirty look.

His eyes widened as he realized he looked like a pedophile.

He got off at the next stop and walked the rest of the way to Dare's pad.

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The next time he spotted the kid they were both still waiting for the train. Since he'd only seen him around that one time before, he guessed it was his first year in these parts.

He subtly sidled up a few feet to the right, trying not to seem like a creep.

The kid looked up at the sound of music, a song he recognized and wanted to bob his head to. Then he quirked a brow at the hooded figure nearby.

Hooded figure turned in his general direction and grinned.

The teen froze up at the stranger whose face was pretty much hidden. Except for that unfaltering grin.

Mo held up the music player, song blaring as loud as it would go, and nodded his chin at the kid before motioning to a boombox hidden near the wall behind the two.

When there was no reaction, he walked to the thing, plugged something into the music player and waited for the song to start up with a casual air. Only ten seconds into the routine and he was attracting attention: the predictable cheering and some appalled stares.

This was not his typical venue.

There was a brief intermission, and he circled near the small crowd, hyping them up even more. Then, just before he jumped back into it, he nodded again at the kid who was watching it all carefully.

"Think you can do any better?" he challenged after taking his bow.

The kid went wide-eyed at being addressed. "Me?"

"Dude, I know you got moves. You looked ready to join in."

Warily, the kid walked to the boombox, found the wire, and plugged in his own music player.

A song Mo recognized as being a couple years old came on, but he was bobbing his head to the beat while the newbie started flashing some moves with a smile he couldn't hold back. It was obvious he loved dancing.

It started out pretty simple, but then–

Mo hissed with an intake of breath.

This kid knew what he was doing, what was that move even called? Mo was contemplating the mechanics of that particular move as the song came to an abrupt end and the crowd cheered louder, as if this were the main event and he had just been a warm-up. There was a touch of offense at the thought that he had to brush away, and he began clapping as well.

There was definite potential here.

"That was a'right," he commented with folded arms and a friendly smile. "Name's Mo." And he resisted the urge to add a quirky introduction like, "As in you'll be beggin' fo' Mo." Instead he said, "You know, you're just the partner I didn't know I was lookin' for."

The kid was taking back his music while listening. "Uh, sure. That was fun." And he nodded back nonchalantly, ready to leave.

"So what do you say?" he questioned with head tilted back slightly at the boy in front of him.

The kid, who had yet to introduce himself, regarded him carefully, still suspicious. Then his brows quirked, one moving a tad higher than the other. "No thanks." And he turned to walk away.

Just. Like. That.

Mo's jaw dropped. Well, it opened in confusion as he watched the kid step further down the platform while waiting for the next train. The small crowd had cleared away almost immediately after the music ended for good.

"Dude! I'm offering you a chance at somethin' big here. You're missin' out." His voice reached a pitch of disbelief at the youngster.

Kids. They always thought they knew better.

"That's alright."

But then he noticed the kid glance over his shoulder, a sign he took as hesitation.

So he folded his arms, legs at a wide stance, and asked, "What's your glitch, man?

At the unintentional insult, the teen twitched and turned back, only a few yards away. "Hey, I'll give you credit. You dance pretty well."

Mo almost snorted in amusement. This kid didn't know the half of it.

"But, have you looked in the mirror?" He made that face again, one eyebrow a little higher. "You're like some guy that parents don't want their kids finding in dark alleys. Your eyes are all hidden like...like you're trying to hide something! It's creepy!" Here, his eyes turned wide in absolute astonishment, like it was something so obvious he shouldn't even need to mention it. "We're in decent lighting and I can't even see your face!"

The hooded man did let his jaw drop this time.

"It was nice dancing with you, but no thanks." The asian kid, now with his bookbag slung over one shoulder, turned again to leave for good.

"Wait."

There was a pause, Mo put a hand to the side of his head as if in pain, and the teen stopped his turn halfway. A moment passed, and Mo sighed.

Then he slightly gripped his favorite hoodie and moved it such a small increment that it seemed nothing had changed.

Until he tilted his head back a smidge and suddenly–!

The kid folded his arms with a deadpan look. "You gotta be kiddin'."

"What? You can see my eyes now!"

"Yeah, that doesn't make you look less creepy at all," he rolled his eyes.

Mo glanced around for something to view his reflection. "Too much?" Then he tried to adjust how much the hood covered his face, moving the front up and down imperceptibly.

A train pulled up and he took this opportunity to look at himself in the windows. The kid watched this with a critical expression while Mo kept asking if it was decent yet.

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Fast forward two years, as the redhead stood with a hand on her hip while waiting for their response to her question. A few of the others were around as well, looking on expectantly.

Mo and Glitch glanced at each other.

How did they meet?

"Well, I don't really remember," Mo said slowly.

"Yeah, I mean, I think it was down in the subway or something," Glitch added with a short laugh.

Neither would admit that their meeting forced Mo to give up some of his mysterious aura by altering his wardrobe slightly. Or that Glitch learned to live with the nickname that Mo had accidentally given him.

"Yeah, that's not weird at all," a voice commented, and everyone glanced over to see Li'l T with her arms folded.

Oh, she didn't know the half of it, the two members of Hi-Def thought to themselves.

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9-26-12

7:42pm

I'm surprised and appalled that I left this piece unfinished. It was so easy to write, but somehow I forgot about it or something when it was like 60-70 percent done. Sorry for taking so long to update.

Anyway, I was wondering about the stories that I still could continue and remembered this. I still wanted to try that Aubrey-Emilia chapter but could never come up with a decent idea. Then, since I was thinking about it today for the first time in ages, I had an idea while walking up the stairs in my house. I'll try to get on that soon. Other than that, I was gonna see about writing another Glitch/Li'l T story, because it was requested so often and I do want to give that another shot.

This was brought to you by my thoughts on why we now see more of Mo in DC2, compared to his mysterious-ness in the first game. I mean, we even see his eyes for pete's sake! It was crazy to me! I miss that hoodie. I haven't played the game for months, and stopped keeping up with what's going on with DC in general a month or two after that. I know there's a third one...

So, thanks for reading and tell me what you think! Did I achieve any humor in there? Did you chuckle or smile? Was it weird to you at all?

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