[This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. This should not be happening. Could he place any more emphasis on that? Probably. He could emphasize the thought a hundred times, write an entire novel that consisted of nothing but that phrase, hire a blimp to display the words night and day for an entire week but sadly the full effect of it would never be received because he was Barnaby Brooks Jr. and for the sake of his reputation and image, he could not turn a woman down in public.
Until now, the very first exception he'd ever made, because he was Barnaby Brooks Jr. and you do not simply just decide to put your hand on his... his... behind, for absolutely no reason at all. Who had even allowed such a person to be invited to this private event, a small gala held by the mayor in celebration of the city's anniversary? What ties did she have to the less than a hundred or so individuals in this ballroom? It didn't matter though. No, not anymore. All that had mattered was that as soon as that woman had turned her head just the slightest bit away Barnaby had been intent on walking away as fast as was humanly possible. Even when he overheard her call out his name after he'd managed to get a few feet away he did not stop, didn't think of stopping, wouldn't ever turn back to the embarrassing horror of what had just happened.
One more dance, it was what he had promised her when he'd been deceived by her innocent charm, had payed half-attention to the fawning and the enamored twinkle in her eye because it really wasn't anything new, until she'd moved so quickly he could have sworn it was due to NEXT powers and her hands had wandered behind him and-- he couldn't think about it. It almost made him break out into a cold sweat. Even with his escape, there was still one more dance, and he could hear the clack of her heels stumbling (he would never understand why women intended on wearing shoes they had no idea on how to maneuver in, though that was partially a lie. She'd been able to maneuver before. All over his feet) as well as her hushed excuses to whoever she was bumping into. Someone, he needed to find someone to help him before she devoured him whole with her hands and her feet.
--and then predictably enough, just as he'd assumed, there stood a familiar figure at the far end of the room where the food had been kept. If he hadn't been in such a rush he would have calmed down, explained his situation to his partner and suggested his assistance on how to deal with his problem. But the heels, he could hear the heels. She was coming for him. And so instead, all Kotetsu received was Barnaby's hand on his shoulder and a tight squeeze to get his attention while he leaned in to whisper hurriedly at his side.]
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Until now, the very first exception he'd ever made, because he was Barnaby Brooks Jr. and you do not simply just decide to put your hand on his... his... behind, for absolutely no reason at all. Who had even allowed such a person to be invited to this private event, a small gala held by the mayor in celebration of the city's anniversary? What ties did she have to the less than a hundred or so individuals in this ballroom? It didn't matter though. No, not anymore. All that had mattered was that as soon as that woman had turned her head just the slightest bit away Barnaby had been intent on walking away as fast as was humanly possible. Even when he overheard her call out his name after he'd managed to get a few feet away he did not stop, didn't think of stopping, wouldn't ever turn back to the embarrassing horror of what had just happened.
One more dance, it was what he had promised her when he'd been deceived by her innocent charm, had payed half-attention to the fawning and the enamored twinkle in her eye because it really wasn't anything new, until she'd moved so quickly he could have sworn it was due to NEXT powers and her hands had wandered behind him and-- he couldn't think about it. It almost made him break out into a cold sweat. Even with his escape, there was still one more dance, and he could hear the clack of her heels stumbling (he would never understand why women intended on wearing shoes they had no idea on how to maneuver in, though that was partially a lie. She'd been able to maneuver before. All over his feet) as well as her hushed excuses to whoever she was bumping into. Someone, he needed to find someone to help him before she devoured him whole with her hands and her feet.
--and then predictably enough, just as he'd assumed, there stood a familiar figure at the far end of the room where the food had been kept. If he hadn't been in such a rush he would have calmed down, explained his situation to his partner and suggested his assistance on how to deal with his problem. But the heels, he could hear the heels. She was coming for him. And so instead, all Kotetsu received was Barnaby's hand on his shoulder and a tight squeeze to get his attention while he leaned in to whisper hurriedly at his side.]
Kotetsu, I need you to dance with me.