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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[Drunkenness was an awkward thing. While Barnaby wasn't normally the type to drink himself to any sort of oblivion, that was just something about his normally-infuriating partner that had them cracking open a couple of beers while Dragon Kid and the mayor's son slept peacefully down the hall. It was a good thing Barnaby's apartment was fairly noise-resistant, otherwise they'd probably upset the youngest hero.

Not that it really mattered. Actually, not much mattered except trying to properly stand up. For some reason, Barnaby just really, really wanted to share his hobby with Kotetsu. Sure, he had told the interviewer that the hobby of listening to classical music or opera was best when, you know, alone, but his partner had gone and gotten himself hurt for his sake. And sure, he was still healing, but it was okay to share at least something.

Finishing off his most recent can, Barnaby did his best to set it next to his laptop while he pulled himself to his feet.]

Ol-- Old man... You like music, right?

[He gestured to his stereo system.]

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[ Being able to let himself go like this was relaxing. Not because the gradually healing burn had caused him any real discomfort lately and the alcohol distracted from the lingering pain; not entirely, at least. But kicking back in the comfiest chair in his partner's place and airing the bandages, talking freely, dropping the guard he'd been holding around the kids after the screen had accidentally been switched on earlier... It just felt good.

The empty cans stacked up at the foot of the chair were testimony to just how laid-back he was letting himself be, or-- it's more likely he hadn't realised how much he was drinking, from the slight haze and too-quick way things were happening, words and memories were spilling out of his mouth. Simply watching Barnaby practically leap to his feet with grace (coming from the viewpoint of someone who hasn't left his chair for over an hour) nearly made his head spin, although at that question, he practically snorted, tipping his head back as though to let out a laugh that never came. ]

Who doesn't? Music's the-- [ -Rhythm to his life? Something like that. But with that gesture he felt compelled to lean forward to peer in that direction, take in the sight of the stereo set and... wow, it's streamlined and pretty shiny-looking compared to his own at home. He whistled appreciatively, swilling the contents of the beercan in hand. ] Sure looks like you do, Bunny! That all built-in?

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This... [Once up, Barnaby placed a hand gingerly on the side of the device. Just the standing part alone had been a challenge, so he was certain he had reached some sort of victory by the mere fact that he wasn't teetering over where he stood. Well, the longer he was up, the easier it seemed. He hadn't quite reached a state of pure, intoxicated hopelessness, even if he was well on his way to that point. But this? This was fine.

And showing off his stereo? Even better.] A present, from Mr. Maverick.

[Probably one of the best ones he had gotten, although it was more of a mixture of presents. A celebratory welcome-to-your-first-apartment gift, a congratulations for finishing high school, even a growing-up sort of gift for leaving the orphanage. Either way, Maverick had spent some lavish amount of money on it, and it fit quite nicely. Barnaby pressed the on switch, a gentle waltz filling the room.

He smiled at Kotetsu, patting the device again.] Sometimes I just sit there and listen to music for hours. It's... It's hard, thinking about Ouro... Ouro...

[Ouroboros, although Barnaby's mind was already drifting past that.]

Oh, I know this song. I like this song. I think 's Chopin.