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.
[ He's been caught. Also, in that moment, Percival isn't perceptive enough to catch that she might be avoiding a subject. ]
I stand by what I said. Friends are often a burden.
[ The song changes to something a little more upbeat. It makes him want to think about his lost friends even less. Instead, he turns back to her and offers Red his hand. ]
Let's try to enjoy ourselves a bit. May I have a dance?
[ Is the last thing she shows him, before the phone returns to her purse. She can't dance with a phone in her hand, after all — and only then does she raise her head, taking his hand with a small curtsy of her own, eyebrows raised in amusement.
It's a truce, of sorts. Dropping uncomfortable topics to just enjoy the festivities. She can't say she minds it in the slightest. ]
[ Percival remembers at the last minute that unfortunately, sharing said dance means that Red won't be able to communicate until it ends. He'll just have to keep his side of the conversation minimal, then. Which is just fine with him.
The song is light and sweet, and easy for him to fall into step. The hand that isn't guiding their next direction rests lightly on her waist. ]
I trust you're coordinated enough to not step on my feet at every turn. [ He doesn't actually mind if she isn't, and he's trying to get a feel for how skilled she might be. ]
[ don't worry percy, at least 5 people have danced with her at this point and none of them were awkward. this is fine ( probably ).
Anyway — her actions are certain when her other hand rests on his shoulder, easily stepping into his lead. At his question — there's a slow growing smile, though before it could be labelled as fond she rolls her eyes. Watch your words, Percival, or she'll do it on purpose.
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I stand by what I said. Friends are often a burden.
[ The song changes to something a little more upbeat. It makes him want to think about his lost friends even less. Instead, he turns back to her and offers Red his hand. ]
Let's try to enjoy ourselves a bit. May I have a dance?
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[ Is the last thing she shows him, before the phone returns to her purse. She can't dance with a phone in her hand, after all — and only then does she raise her head, taking his hand with a small curtsy of her own, eyebrows raised in amusement.
It's a truce, of sorts. Dropping uncomfortable topics to just enjoy the festivities. She can't say she minds it in the slightest. ]
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The song is light and sweet, and easy for him to fall into step. The hand that isn't guiding their next direction rests lightly on her waist. ]
I trust you're coordinated enough to not step on my feet at every turn. [ He doesn't actually mind if she isn't, and he's trying to get a feel for how skilled she might be. ]
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Anyway — her actions are certain when her other hand rests on his shoulder, easily stepping into his lead. At his question — there's a slow growing smile, though before it could be labelled as fond she rolls her eyes. Watch your words, Percival, or she'll do it on purpose.
At least she nods, though. That's something. ]