Rixon sighed.
There was nothing to do.
He lay there on his bed, elbows bent and hands behind his head, his vivid maroon gaze poised to the ceiling. His room was dead quiet and still; there was not even a faint flutter of breeze that could've passed in through his open window.
The redhead looked around, desperate for some form of entertainment. His eyes scanned over his room and items. He could use his computer, but he couldn't be bothered to. He could read a book, if he had enough interest for it. He could take his sword and go slaughter some people…but that would be too much work. Besides, he didn't feel like taking another shower.
Another sigh passed through his lips. A small crease appeared between his eyebrows as he furrowed them in annoyance. Even the emotion of aggravation was getting more and more boring by the second.
Finally, he took sight of his radio, sitting quietly and unused on a shelf with a few journals and cookbooks.
From where he was, he could tell that it was dusty, and hadn't been used in a long time. He stood up swiftly and walked over smoothly. He examined the hunk of metal and wires.
Very dusty indeed. It looked terribly ancient. It even had one of those knobs to tune into a station. He began to wonder why he bought it in the first place, but shrugged it off.
Flipping the On switch, he was pleasantly surprised when the machine sparked to life without a flaw. It seemed that its age had no effect on its performance. The man liked that.
He grasped the main tuning knob and twisted it carefully, listening to the machine hum and stutter as he sought out a desirable station. Or at least a tolerable song.
The radio seemed to be connected with many old, outdated stations that played old people music and music with little to no taste. Rixon made a face at his choices and kept searching.
After a while, and with quite some effort, he came across a station that played pop and upbeat music. It wasn't exactly his cup of tea, but considering his other choices, he could at least give this a try.
A quick, jumpy beat rang out as a new song started on the station. The redhead found himself tapping his feet in no time; a grin spread across his face. This song wasn't all that bad.
Vi undrar r ni redo att vara med
Armarna upp nu ska ni f se
Kom igen
Vem som helst kan vara med
S rr p era ftter
Oa-a-a
Och vicka era hfter
O-la-la-la
Gr som vi
Till denna melodi
Rixon's grin grew wider. He could've sworn he'd heard this song before, though he didn't know the name of it. Seeing as he was alone, he swayed his body in time to the rhythm, finding the urge to dance impossible.
Dansa med oss
Klappa era hnder
Gr som vi gr
Ta ngra steg t vnster
Lyssna och lr
Missa inte chansen
Nu r vi hr med
Caramelldansen
O-o-oa-oa...
Before he knew it, he began dancing wildly, swaying his body and arms and head to the music, clearly enjoying himself.
Det blir en sensation verallt frsts
P fester kommer alla att slppa loss
Kom igen
Nu tar vi stegen om igen
S rr p era ftter
Oa-a-a
Och vicka era hfter
O-la-la-la
Gr som vi
Till denna melodi
S kom och
Dansa med oss
Klappa era hnder
Gr som vi gr
Ta ngra steg t vnster
Lyssna och lr
Missa inte chansen
Nu r vi hr med
Caramelldansen
"Rixon?!"
The man froze in mid-kick, and his eyes stared in horror at the doorway. Standing there was Layax, hands on her hips and her emerald eyes wide with surprise. Slowly, a smug, amused grin slid across her face, followed by a hearty laugh.
"Having fun, are we?" She asked.
Rixon blushed deeply in embarrassment, but couldn't help but smile crookedly.
"Heh…"
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This drabble is for a friend…requested by Axira…
This one's for Cy. :(
The song used is 'Caramelldansen'. I'm not sure who writes it. It's a good song.