Kyon: I’m not sure you understand how terrible I am at dancing.
Itsuki: He is rather terrible. ::chuckles::
Kyon: You’re not supposed to agree, dammit! I’m the only one allowed to insult myself.
Itsuki: There are, however, quite a few people who break that rule near-constantly, wouldn’t you say?
Kyon: Oh, shut up.
Itsuki: ::ignoring Kyon:: All the same, the Gangnam Style dance shouldn’t be too difficult, I would think.
Kyon: It’s basically like riding a horse, and then you’ve got to sort of - ::awkward hip jiggle:: - for the ‘sexy lady’ part.
Itsuki: Ah, yes, I think I understand the concept behind it.
Kyon: You’d be the first besides Psy to get it.
Itsuki: Shall we? ::grins::
Kyon: We don’t have a choice, do we?
::with a reluctant sigh from Kyon, the two launch into Gangnam Style, complete with Kyon double-stepping in the wrong direction and Itsuki nearly whacking Kyon in the face when he waves his arm in the air and finally ending with the both of them collapsing to the floor after they’ve 'heeeyyy sexy lady!’ hip-jiggled into each other, and both of them are laughing::
Itsuki: A remarkable first effort!
Kyon: Never trying that again. ::snorts::