Author's Note:

Yeah, it's ridiculously delayed, I know, but psssh, I never said I'd update regularly! Ah, sorry…

Anyway, I don't know if there's actually a proper bed in Kyo's room, but hey, as far as I know there's technically no proof that there isn't. Either way, let's just pretend there is, alright: )

PS. Oddly enough, the guitar solo was the hardest part to write. You'll see what I mean.

A Beat in the Twitching, and the Danger of Towels:

Kyo spun around to face the mirror. His mouth curled into a sly, wolfish grin.

"How you doin'?"

The words seemed to linger for a while, seemingly too embarrassed to move any further.

Tohru cringed. Definitely minus ten points for that.

As if he had been thinking the very same thing at the time, Kyo shook himself a bit, and searched for a different tactic. Shortly, he took in a deep breath, in the hopes that expanded lungs would add further to his height. All the while, it was quite obvious that he was trying to 'remain' looking suave and mysterious.

"The name's Sohma. Kyo Sohma."

Neither the delivery nor the name did any justice to the line. Still, it seemed that Kyo was not to be discouraged, and attempted yet again to be what he thought was probably seductive.

"Mee-ow! Rrawr!" He posed pompously, flexing his muscles. Considering that his were already somewhat noticeable, he was probably better off to just stand there with a mere 'Yo'. But then again, that would have been nowhere near as entertaining.

"Oh, Kyo…" Tohru shook her head and tutted. Unless one had the support of government-funded character readjustment facilities, it was extremely unadvisable to try to experiment with one's own demeanour. Especially not right in front of a giant camera.

Anyway, Tohru supposed, at least he was doing something more with his time. Previous afternoons had merely involved Kyo walking in or out, stretching, dressing (not that Tohru was looking), sleeping soundly or having rather excited dreams.

Still, though, she hoped that this was just some sort of temporary hormonal overload. It was hard enough as it was to live in the house as 'Tohru' without spontaneously combusting into fits of laughter at the general absurdity of her housemates.

A suspicious moving of shadows on the screen grabbed her attention once more. She caught a glance of another 'come-hither' look before Kyo stepped away from the mirror.

Now he stood facing nowhere in particular, and bits of him started to twitch oddly. Tohru frowned apprehensively.

Wait.

There was a beat.

Oh dear god - there was a beat in the twitching.

Now she could even see that there were hints that his foot was tapping too. His hands seemed to be clapping the air between them - except his right hand was partly closed, and moved far more erratically than the left. Hm.

"Dun dun daaaan, daaa na naa naan - go!!!"

Well, that cleared things up. He had been playing the air-tambourine. Except now it had been thrown away for what could only be an air-guitar with a splayed air-drum-kit attached to it.

"Dun dun daaaan, daaaa na naa naan! So one, two, three take my hand and come with me, because you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine! Dun dun daan, dun dun da da-"

Tohru grinned, sinking back into the cushiony air of utter amusement at another's expense. Kyo proceeded to bang at the drums and cymbals that floated aimlessly around the room, occasionally strumming away at all twenty-four strings of the guitaresque creation that he held in his hands. His hair danced too, like a bonfire on a windy night.

With all the spinning, it was rather surprising that his towel was still remaining in place. She kept an eye on it though, as it threatened to surrender to the awesome might of gravity at any minute - and, of course, she was worried that the towel might get dirty if it landed on the floor, or perhaps it might be stepped on, causing the stepper-onner to trip and fall at a horribly horrible angle, which would in turn lead to the immediate breaking of many important bones. Towels were dangerous like that.

Tohru was in luck, however, because there was no one around to remind her that this amusing little performance had occurred quite some time ago, meaning that she would have already been informed of any injury.

Completely unaware of all of this, Kyo leapt up onto his bed. The towel still clung to his waist him faithfully. Or, perhaps, the towel had just wanted some time in the spotlight - as, due to the positioning of the mirror, the upper half of Kyo's torso had now disappeared from the right half of Tohru's screen. Either way, it made the recreation of the song's guitar solo quite peculiar.

"Ahhh yeah! Neeeoooo nooo neeeeeooo, noo neee-eeeooo, noo, nooo, nee-ee-eeooo noo, noo neee neeoo-oo-oo! Neeoo noo neeeooo, noo nee-eeeooo, noo, nooo, nee-ee-eeooo noo, noo neee neeoo-oo- ahhhhh, I could see - you home with me - but you were with another maaaaan, yeaaah! I know we ain't got - much to say, before I let you get awaaaay, yeaaaah-"

He fell back with a thump, landing sideways across the bed, and badda-bummed the end of the song at varying volumes. But soon enough, it seemed to have melded into yet another ditty.

"Dun-dunn, da dun-dunn, da dun-dunn, da da-da da-da dun-dunn, da dun-dunn, da dun-dunn, da da-da da-da… I - wait, oh - um…"

Tohru chuckled in the silence. The poor boy had forgotten the lyrics.

The quiet stretched on for a bit longer. Then, he rose with a decisive jump to his feet - that is, what quickly became a not-so-decisive jump, punctuated with a snigger from Tohru. Kyo's feet confused towel with blanket and blanket with towel - which essentially meant that they had pushed away the wrong thing. But, after an awkward scramble over constantly shifting material, Kyo managed to steady himself. The towel hung dejectedly over the edge of the bed.

Of course, there was no need to reach down in hasty embarrassment. After all, he was in the safety of his own room, and alone, as far as he knew. And furthermore, because there was no one around to taunt him, he could just pretend that nothing had happened, and fast-forward to a chorus as planned.

"I'll be the switch she turns on-"

Judging by Kyo's expression - that is, during the second that it had been visible to the camera, before he stood up at full height - there promised to be another exhibition of a skillful amalgamation of the mating calls and strangulation sounds of various forms of wildlife. And this meant that he probably wouldn't bother with any pants for at least a while longer.

It was just a tad uncomfortable, considering the placement of the camera and all.

"-dadada dadada dadada dadada-"

Was the gyrating of the hips really necessary though?

"-nee-nee-nooo, nee-nee noo neee nee noo neeooo neeoo neeeeeooo-"

Click.

"Okay, next tape."