Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others What: Catchall for the rest of December + Eventual Gala stuff When: December Where: Wherever Warning(s): None yet! Will warn in threads if necessary.
Of course I can lift you. I'm more than strong enough, and you don't look terribly heavy.
[ He doesn't even take offense, because his confidence is that stupid. Lukas seems so unfazed by the prospect of their dance battle, and he has the look of someone competent (it must be noble senses tingling), that he assumes they will have this in the bag.
That is, until he feels... a weight on his chest rather than as expected, on his shoulders. He looks down, and those sure are Lukas' hands. He looks at him bleakly. ]
[ He'd take offense to that question if it wasn't for the sheer fact that he's a nervous wreck--or perhaps not nervous wreck, just slightly anxious. It's not exactly every day that he's dancing with random strangers? ]
Do I appear that uncultured?
[ Maybe he wants to cuddle first you rude ass???????????????? ]
Well, admittedly, it is the first time I have ever danced with another man.
No. If anything I took you for someone who knew what he was doing, but perhaps I was wrong. Furthermore, you must be aware that putting your hands on a woman like this is much worse?!
[ At least, if it was a surprise like this...
Despite Lukas apparently being anxious, he seemed coolheaded and confident enough (or maybe apathy misunderstood as confidence?) about the task that Percival assumed he knew what he was doing. Perhaps the competition isn't as much of a guarantee as he'd assumed.
He furrows his brow and takes ahold of Lukas' hand, placing the other one on his shoulder. ]
Follow my lead.
[ At this point, they can at least... try not to be a laughingstock? ]
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[ He doesn't even take offense, because his confidence is that stupid. Lukas seems so unfazed by the prospect of their dance battle, and he has the look of someone competent (it must be noble senses tingling), that he assumes they will have this in the bag.
That is, until he feels... a weight on his chest rather than as expected, on his shoulders. He looks down, and those sure are Lukas' hands. He looks at him bleakly. ]
... Have you ever danced before?
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Do I appear that uncultured?
[ Maybe he wants to cuddle first you rude ass???????????????? ]
Well, admittedly, it is the first time I have ever danced with another man.
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[ At least, if it was a surprise like this...
Despite Lukas apparently being anxious, he seemed coolheaded and confident enough (or maybe apathy misunderstood as confidence?) about the task that Percival assumed he knew what he was doing. Perhaps the competition isn't as much of a guarantee as he'd assumed.
He furrows his brow and takes ahold of Lukas' hand, placing the other one on his shoulder. ]
Follow my lead.
[ At this point, they can at least... try not to be a laughingstock? ]