meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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[most_feared]

"What experiment?" He asked with the hesitance of a man who expected to find himself high at any moment as some mysterious gas filled the room. Yet, he kept dancing, even if his smile faded.

[hunt4commonwealth]

This was one of the more awkward dance experiences Dylan'd had. Which was saying something considering how his 16 year old self had embarrassed himself at his school dance many many years ago. Like then he felt stiff and clumsy and far too heavy. At least he hadn't stepped on Gaheris' feet. Yet.

"I think I'm supposed to pick you up and spin you around on the fourth beat."

[timesbureaucrat]

"An experiment in human sociology and social rituals," Narvin replied. He looked at Kay's unsmiling face. "I don't think it's working."

He wondered whether he should give up before he embarrassed himself further, but the dancing wasn't bad.

[truth_is_cold]

Step. Step. "You have to what me?" He asked just in time to find his feet off the ground, and he stiffened up all over his body. He was very close to wrapping his legs around Dylan's trunk in surprise, and just managed not to. What he did manage to do was make sure that he was clinging a bit more tightly, trying to keep Dylan from dropping him.

Sometimes he forgot how strong Dylan was.

[most_feared]

His shoulders dropped in a visible sigh as he kept dancing. "Alright. I see..." A safe experiment. Better to encourage those. "Then this is sweet of you." He flinched a slighter smile this time, though one just as keenly meant.

[tomate]

[ Spain quickly gets into step with France, letting the other lead because he's a lazy bastard and is perfectly fine with France leading. ] Ah, my king thought that it'll be nice if I came. We've done a lot of work and could use the break.

[ His face lights up with that. ] Oh, I can perform my cheer-up charm!

[trainwrecked]

*he's, ah, cleaned up a bit, too*

Natasha.

[well_assembled]

Yes?

[She turned, obviously not recognizing him for the moment...he looked...good.]

Barnes, nice suit.

[She'd been stuck and the hesitation would show, what the hell else could she say? She'd been blindsided]

[hunt4commonwealth]

"Spin you," he answered after he'd already done it. "And then a dip."

He held onto Gaheris and lowered him in a deep dip.

He was starting to think he might end up with bruises on his shoulders from how hard Gaheris was holding on to him. "Relax, I'm not going to drop you."

[timesbureaucrat]

Oh, and then Kay was smiling again. That was better. He dropped a few lingering kisses on Kay's jaw and steered their dancing towards the bedroom and the anthurium bestrewn bed.

[byronicreaper]

[Minutely, he shrugs, shifting his lead into something that's closer to steering their direction. Smaller movements, slower, more or less going with the music and how those around them have shifted their dancing. This could be terribly awkward, but he's going to pretend it's not for three seconds.]

[notbullied]

[ Ryouta, you are the best bro (that's not Kazuaki) Nageki could ever ask for. Eventually he gets used to the motion and he looks back up, smiling ever-so-slightly. He's getting it! He's actually getting it!! ]

[pluggedintheoverlord]

These kinds of parties really aren't my thing. But I'll take guarding the bar over hiding from politicians any day.

[He does not envy you, Shepard. You deal with the uncomfortable questions and the reporter punching, he'll keep a seat at the bar open for you, and everybody's happy, except for the reporters.]

[most_feared]

He followed after him, realizing this was a signal if there ever was one. But then-

Then there's the bed covered in flowers that look a little bit like Chloriphid noses and/or genitalia. It's enough to give him slight pause in his dancing, and probably enough for him to bump into Narvin.

[truth_is_cold]

Gaheris was nose to nose with Dylan, nigh on about to gouge holes where he was holding. He suddenly grinned tightly, a little more flustered by this than he wanted to be. This was a silly interpretation of a cultural ritual, correct? Nothing that should coax this sort of reaction out of him.

"How many more times do we have to do this?" He tries to slip his arms into a more comfortable position around his neck. "Am I allowed to do that?"

[timesbureaucrat]

Things were going well again, Kay was following his hint to move towards the bedroom...and then suddenly a hiccup in the plan as Kay stopped for a moment.

"Is there something wrong?"

Narvin glanced over his shoulder to see if there was some unexpected problem. But everything looked just as he'd left it. Bed. Candles. And anthurium everywhere, their stamens sticking up towards the ceiling.

[hunt4commonwealth]

"Let me check." Dylan let go of Gaheris to glance again at the flexi.

"Six times." He hesitated, then added, "And...uh...the roles alternate each time." Now he regretted teasing Gaheris about dipping him.

[sthenic]

Really now?

[truth_is_cold]

"Do we now," There was something disconcertingly predatory to the way that Gaheris responded, and that was purposeful. He dropped his hands, gripping at Dylan's hips roughly.

There was nothing but "pest" in that man's expression at that moment. "So which foot do I start off with again?"

[hunt4commonwealth]

Now it was Dylan's turn to clench Gaheris' shoulders hard as his rough grip on his hips took him by surprise.

"Left foot." Dylan shifted his weight to get ready to move his right foot and added, "And if you drop me, I swear I'll put you on janitorial duty."

[fe_male]

You make do with depressing? You do realise that's just even more depressing. Have you ever had a vacation?

[orangehokage]

Yeah! But I can't slack off too much either, right? I gotta' at least keep up with everybody.

[truth_is_cold]

"Oh, but Dylan. I'd never drop you." So reassuring. But truly, he wouldn't. He'd have to outdo him. So he glanced down to make sure they were in position. "One two three-"

And then they were moving. And then they were moving, stepping together, and he hefted Dylan up in a spin, before dunking him.

He still looked cheeky, even as he announced, "You're holding onto me very tightly."

[sthenic]

Well....



Honestly, Naruto..



((She sort of looks away and down, not really sure if she actually wants to say it...))

Ah, no forget it..

[orangehokage]

... ehhh?

What is it, Sakura-chan?