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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Sakura Haruno ❝Naruto❞

[sthenic]

noiz // DRAMAtical murder.

[noizy]

Jade Harley || Homestuck

[hortus]

[orangehokage]

[ He's rubbing at the back of his neck a little awkwardly, maybe surprised that Sakura had actually agreed to this. Never mind that with all the times he's asked her on dates or to do things with him it's only statistically logical that she'd say yes eventually.

Now to blow her away with his amazing dance moves! ... Right? Amazing dance moves... Does he have any of those? ]

Koriand'r (Starfire) || RHatO

[starbrights]

[lightfooted]

[ Let's out a half-woop half-elephant trumpet noise, stretching his arms above his head. He's sweatbending a little with how all-out they've been going, but he's too happy to care about that. Or think ahead to slowdancing with Korra. ] Sure, this is the wind down part! That means it'll be even better exercise when a fast song comes on again. Trust me, I'm a professional... at exercise.

[biding]

[The music from the dance going on in the gym filters up, up to where Ryouta's standing in the entrance of the library. It's quieter here, muted, but it's nice. He's staring inside curiously, over to where Nageki is, playing with the end of his tie absently.

Well. He can't say he's surprised to find him here at all. Ryouta walks into the library proper.]

Hey, Nageki. [A second later and he's acting on the impulse that brought him up here in the first place. He's smiling as though it's completely normal to ask what he asks,] Want to dance?

[theagent]

[ Phil Coulson considered herself a soldier and an agent rather than a diplomat, but the agent part at times included, almost by definition, diplomatic aspects and all things considered, she knew she possessed the skills necessary to fulfil the more diplomatic aspects of her work.

Which didn't mean that she always enjoyed it.

Tonight, she'd made a point to spend some time talking to those people who had something to say in matters of interest to SHIELD — and a point in being seen spending time talking to some of them as well, because for all that SHIELD was an intelligence agency that relied on secrecy, public image had its relevance. Depending on the public.

She should, perhaps, have expected that it might include Tony Stark. ]

Mr Stark.

[ Resisting the urge to smooth her hands over the dark green evening gown was easy only because she'd long trained herself out of gestures like that. ]

SHIELD doesn't have regulations when it comes to party attire. [ A beat. ] Depending on your definition of party.

[littleshit]

[CLAUDIA IS TALL ACTUALLY, SO EFF YOU. And she's fourteen...

She beams when he returns her smile, glad to see he's as friendly off-the-arena as he is in.]

I am, yes! I've been waiting all night for my turn to dance with you, you know. [She gives him one delicate shrug of her shoulder, hands slipping down to his wrists to grip at them.] I hope you're not too tired to indulge me for a little while!

[sthenic]

I guess here's okay.

((So she picked a sort of out of the way spot to dance; she didn't really want to FLAUNT that she'd agreed to this.))

Uh.. ((Her hands go up hesitantly toward Naruto, hesitant to actually set her hands on his shoulders. Eventually she'll get there.))

[lightfooted]

C'mon, c'mon. [ This is exactly what Bolin is doing, tugging on Mako's sleeve while he stares sneakily at the herd of bright young things hovering by the bar. He leans in to whisper in Mako's ear consiprationally... but because he's looking at the girls instead of where his brother's head is at Mako's going to get a noseful of black hairdo. ] Trust me, they'll go nuts for this.

1/2

[antiwar]

[ He didn't think he'd run into Elsa here of all places. The lady was a complete stiff! Prim, proper, and of an elite class -- so why was she at this social gathering, of all places?

Let's just say Howl decided to travel in time, for some reason, to 1930, Manhattan. Probably to get in touch with a now-dead warlock, but romancing a few ladies was to be expected! This woman, though, was relentless, and wasn't taking her heartache very well. Instead of becoming dejected and discouraged, she only fought for him harder, which quite frankly terrified Howl. She was a monster, as far as he was concerned, and he was totally the victim of her aggressive and frightening personality! She should have known! He gave her warnings that he wanted no commitment!

So as "Sweet Embraceable You" starts playing, and his eyes meet Elsa's from across the dancefloor, Howl pivots on his heel and quickly grabs the closest person to him, pulling them in close. And whispers smoothly against the undoubtedly beautiful woman's ear: ] Play along, please.

2/2

[antiwar]

[ ... And his eyes like slowly side-eye Claire and his grip on him tightens. ]


Oh.

[grumpiness]

[Mako has his arms crossed and is leaning up against the wall, which is where he's been all night. He gives a look of indifference at the group of girls up ahead, since none of them are 10s by his books.]

C'mon, Bolin; it's a stupid idea. How many girls are you hoping to snag with this kind of bait, exactly?

[fe_male]

[She should have, yes. But he won't fault her for it. He's generous like that. He gives the room a little glance-over before looking back at her.]

This isn't my definition at all. I don't even think it's a synonym. My definition of party usually winds up involving some sort of international property rights dispute.

[Or, you know. Something like that.]

Granted I guess there's enough authorities here to make a pretty good go of things. You draw the short straw? I'd have thought you had the ranking to dupe some poor junior agent into this particular atten-dance party.

[theagent]

And traumatise our youngest and brightest when they run into you?

[ She's smiling as she says it — wearing make-up for once, even — to take the sting out of the words. Not that she is particularly worried that he couldn't handle it. ]

I hope there's be no international disputes tonight. [ She has more than enough to do just making small-talk to politicians. And him. ]

[orangehokage]

[ Okay so maybe Naruto had been trying not to be too obnoxious -- or at least do anything that he knew might spark Sakura's temper in any way -- but it's almost impossible for him to fully suppress that grin. A guy's allowed to be happy, right? Even if he doesn't know entirely what he's doing.

Still... He looks to Sakura's hips for a moment, tentative in resting his hands there. This is Sakura-chan, after all. And he doesn't want to get slapped. ]

This is okay, right?

[intotheseas]

[ There's a pipa playing in the background, and the Gaang has been celebrating the festivities commemorating the Fire Nation's occupying military leaving certain territories quite some time! But one person hasn't really been dancing much or doing much and that's lazy-ass Fire Lord Zuko. And since she had danced with just about EVERYONE in the gaang several times that evening, Katara decides to approach him. ]

Hey! Everything okay?

[vinovidivici]

[ that's hot

On the other hand Claire is setting out to be the anti-wallflower in this situation. If he shies away from this noble tradition everyone will think he thought about it too much and wimped out. And that - that's not gonna happen.

So here he is, owning this strange homoerotic tradition like he thought it up himself (which, technically, he supposes he did because solipsism) and seeking out this other team captain. He doesn't need to catch hold of Mako's sleeve as he notices him slipping away. The tone of voice he uses ought to be enough to stop hom. ] Mako, right?

Spain | Axis Powers Hetalia

[tomate]

[righteousness]

Wind down part, huh? [ She's just going to wipe at her gross sweaty bangs at the moment, and exhale a distempered breath. That was a lot of moving around! Not that it's done anything but energize her more. ] Well, you're going to have to help me out here, Bolin. I don't really know how to wind down when dancing! [ She looks around, noticing some lazy-ass couples are only now entering the dance floor, while the exhausted ones that had already been active are dissipating in numbers. ] Oh, wait.

[fe_male]

Traumatise? I don't traumatise people. Anyway, they're gonna have to meet me as some point. Probably. You guys always seem to send them in groups of no less than fifteen when they show up at my house.

[Also he thinks you just insulted yourself, sort of, calling them all the 'brightest'.]

I'm not planning on it. Still signing things from last time. You guys are the reason the rainforests are disappearing.

[theagent]

That's for emotional support.

[ She did, but it was rather on purpose. Especially at events such as this one, it often pays to be unassuming, bland and friendly rather than attempting to be the centre of attention. That she knows her own intelligence is enough. ]

Only because some people find it easier to hack into digital records than look up paper copies.

[grumpiness]

[Dude... Mako instinctively flinches when Claire grabs him, which is a knee-jerk reaction he picked up from the streets as a kid. His elbow pushes back against the hold as he turns to get a look at the guy, eyes widening a fraction when he recognizes him as 'that batshit player who is way too excessive'. Seriously, out of everyone here, this guy was approaching him? He should have gone after one of the few female captains wandering around the room.]


Yeah. [He keeps his response abrupt enough to indicate that he's not about to go on about himself.] Wave Tracers, right?

[vinovidivici]

[ Howl is getting the most deadeyed look to enjoy while Claire processes this sudden interruption to his evening of failed marriage proposals.

There's a chance he could extort some cash from this. Is this guy willing to pay to have him play along? Or would that be taking advantage of someone obviously in dire trouble... Maybe he doesn't need remuneration for this insult. As luck would have it the guy is slight and coiffed enough to pass for a girl from behind (and even at certain angles from the front). However he's also wearing (worryingly tight) pants which kind of undermine the chances of anyone thinking a beautiful girl just grabbed him.

After several long seconds of frosty deliberation Claire smiles and takes hold of Howl's hand. Mercy is the reserve of the strong - and if this gets any weirder he'll just scalp this guy and sell his hair for wigs. ] Well, since you said please...