[ 'Not bad'-- a passable remark, for Barnaby, who's probably allergic to giving honest compliments, although he misses the honest meaning hidden within. To be fair, they're not perfectly in time, and he can't keep his gaze locked steadily with Barnaby's whilst navigating his feet smoothly. That's only worth a 'not bad'. So Kotetsu bites back his rising ire when it seems like he'll accept being led after all--
Only for his face to fall briefly when Barnaby yanks his hand to his shoulder, yanks his other hand somewhere else, why is this guy so grabby tonight?? Does he even care how sore his wrists are from balancing platefuls of food? It smacks of arrogance and ungratefulness that he didn't question him further, and his hand twitches away from the shoulder of Barnaby's suit as though it's white-hot to touch, ceasing his dance steps altogether in a momentary sulk. ]
You're joking, right? Like I'm gonna let the rookie lead. [ The rookie to whom effortless charm comes naturally, apparently, and with the way he'd been keeping up with Kotetsu's swift steps he can tell he isn't a rookie in formal etiquette. But his pride at having his role overturned still stings, his hand twists in Barnaby's grip to break the hold and rest on his hip again, although with a little more pull this time with his intent not to be forced into following. As far as he's concerned the only real dilemma here is getting the dance over with, with as little strain to his nerves as possible in front of what he's sure will soon be a growing audience. Maybe on the balcony he'd raise his voice, but for the moment, he mutters, almost sulkily with a glance down at their feet; ] We were fine before, so just hold on again.
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Only for his face to fall briefly when Barnaby yanks his hand to his shoulder, yanks his other hand somewhere else, why is this guy so grabby tonight?? Does he even care how sore his wrists are from balancing platefuls of food? It smacks of arrogance and ungratefulness that he didn't question him further, and his hand twitches away from the shoulder of Barnaby's suit as though it's white-hot to touch, ceasing his dance steps altogether in a momentary sulk. ]
You're joking, right? Like I'm gonna let the rookie lead. [ The rookie to whom effortless charm comes naturally, apparently, and with the way he'd been keeping up with Kotetsu's swift steps he can tell he isn't a rookie in formal etiquette. But his pride at having his role overturned still stings, his hand twists in Barnaby's grip to break the hold and rest on his hip again, although with a little more pull this time with his intent not to be forced into following. As far as he's concerned the only real dilemma here is getting the dance over with, with as little strain to his nerves as possible in front of what he's sure will soon be a growing audience. Maybe on the balcony he'd raise his voice, but for the moment, he mutters, almost sulkily with a glance down at their feet; ] We were fine before, so just hold on again.