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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[brosif]

[What dancing and espionage have to do with one another, Sif does not understand. Thor's friends are strange, and his missions here even stranger.

Nonetheless, it was an evening out with the abject promise of violence or an evening in front of an ornately large moving picture screen, watching something called "The Real Homewives" with Darcy. She is relatively confident in her choice.

She smooths down the front of her dress, glancing around the room curiously.]

Explain something to me, Rodgersson. Why are so many of your people talking to small boxes rather than the people they have escorted here?

[totallyupsized]

[ That's what he likes to know too, dear Sif. Steve notes, not without a note of sadness, that the people of the twenty first century definitely did not inherit the sensibilities and manners of the generations before them. What gentleman would let his lady wait upon him while he spoke avidly into such tiny devices to another far away?

As far as he is concerned, such matters were to be saved for dire circumstances -- for example, when in need of a long-range wireless walkie-talkie with a demise imminent on the horizon. Things like that.

But he shakes it off as yet another product of a century he cannot even begin to understand, and he offers his hand to her - Sif, another Asgardian and comrade of Thor's, is stunningly beautiful in her dress tonight, a covert mission that had required them to go undercover, with Steve taking point and keeping an eye out for their target. ]

I don't know.

[ He tells her honestly, shaking his head. His brows are knitted, but he forces himself to relax; it would be a shame if they gave themselves away so early in the game. ] We didn't have devices like that in my time.

Shall we, then?

[brosif]

[Sif has little talent for espionage, and clearly drags her feet towards the dance floor. The hand on Steve’s arm is amiable enough, but she stares at the floor as if it is some sort of marked enemy -- which it very well may be.]

...I am told you heal more quickly than other men of your world?