[ Caught between brushing off Barnaby's offer even as he saw right through him and pouting at that comment-- 'just fine', is that it?-- the clincher comes with that gentle push on his hand gripping the plate like a lifeline, drawing from Kotetsu a sound of childlike protest along with some resistance in that hand. He can't help but think he's a little spoiled as a partner, though, if Barnaby would go to those lengths just for a few potentially tedious, awkward moments dozily circling the room with him. Something has to be up. After a moment he frowns, allowing the plate to be taken aside, stepping sideways to face him better. ]
Geez, Bunny, what's so urgent that you gotta- [ But several things hit him at once. The squawk of that horn in the orchestra, the furious clacking footsteps that definitely aren't getting any quieter, the shocking clarity in Barnaby's eyes-- that plea. Barnaby never asks so politely, so plainly, at least not without some biting sarcasm or dismal resigning tone to whatever he's asking Kotetsu not to do during missions. That hint of a question at the end even lays the foundations of guilt if he even thinks about declining this request. It makes him blink, spotting that rapidly intensifying movement some metres behind his partner's back, the gleam of patent leather on pointed toes--
He'll have to be forgiven for the next moment where he breaks Barnaby's gaze completely, pushes his right hand to his partner's hip to guide him smoothly and swiftly around himself as he turns, Barnaby's back to the buffet table briefly, Kotetsu's to the rest of the hall. That half-circle completed, having spun lightly on his heels, he reaches for Barnaby's wrist with his left hand, takes the first natural step barely a beat out of time with the first bars of this next slow song. He's leading, and if Barnaby's going to complain?-- he should have made the first move. For the moment, his eyes are averted, drawn aside-- it's unclear if he's ignoring the sound of the heels somewhere behind himself or listening out for it, but he sighs, voice low; ] Don't have to look at me like that. This better be important.
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Geez, Bunny, what's so urgent that you gotta- [ But several things hit him at once. The squawk of that horn in the orchestra, the furious clacking footsteps that definitely aren't getting any quieter, the shocking clarity in Barnaby's eyes-- that plea. Barnaby never asks so politely, so plainly, at least not without some biting sarcasm or dismal resigning tone to whatever he's asking Kotetsu not to do during missions. That hint of a question at the end even lays the foundations of guilt if he even thinks about declining this request. It makes him blink, spotting that rapidly intensifying movement some metres behind his partner's back, the gleam of patent leather on pointed toes--
He'll have to be forgiven for the next moment where he breaks Barnaby's gaze completely, pushes his right hand to his partner's hip to guide him smoothly and swiftly around himself as he turns, Barnaby's back to the buffet table briefly, Kotetsu's to the rest of the hall. That half-circle completed, having spun lightly on his heels, he reaches for Barnaby's wrist with his left hand, takes the first natural step barely a beat out of time with the first bars of this next slow song. He's leading, and if Barnaby's going to complain?-- he should have made the first move. For the moment, his eyes are averted, drawn aside-- it's unclear if he's ignoring the sound of the heels somewhere behind himself or listening out for it, but he sighs, voice low; ] Don't have to look at me like that. This better be important.