[If they're to dance, then it will be a display that suits them. Music bent to their rhythm, traditions forsaken to indulge. Solomon accepts the proximity without complaint, even compliments it with a tender brush of lips.
Takasugi hums, the vibrations of his voice lingering between their chests.
With their pace so subtle, the dance being unknown to him is hardly an issue. His hips sway along with Solomon's, pressed deliberately to create friction as their weight shifts.] Ah...?
Are you hoping to get a drink, yourself? [If that's all it takes to convince Solomon to slip away, Takasugi will spare some blood. Though, he's in no rush to break the waltz they've fallen into. Simple motions are easy to understand; soon he's stepping first, stealing the lead away.]
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Takasugi hums, the vibrations of his voice lingering between their chests.
With their pace so subtle, the dance being unknown to him is hardly an issue. His hips sway along with Solomon's, pressed deliberately to create friction as their weight shifts.] Ah...?
Are you hoping to get a drink, yourself? [If that's all it takes to convince Solomon to slip away, Takasugi will spare some blood. Though, he's in no rush to break the waltz they've fallen into. Simple motions are easy to understand; soon he's stepping first, stealing the lead away.]