meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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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I wouldn't be stopping if you didn't insist on making this more of an issue than it should be. You--
[His words come to an abrupt halt. That's when he realizes it. He's angry. Kotetsu is frustrated, questionably angry as well, but Barnaby? Barnaby is angry, and he's not sure why he's angry. Because of some woman's pawing? An unpleasant experience, certainly. Her persistence at following him? A nuisance at most. Kotetsu's clumsiness that really is just a staple of his personality by this point, that makes him who he is no matter how slouched his back is, how awkward his steps are, how inadvertently pushy he can be? He's doing the best he can, much better than what Barnaby had thought to come across when he'd sought out his partner for help. --that's right, he'd asked for this. Of course, not so much asked as just about told but, Kotetsu had no need to agree with this. He could simply stop and walk away, continue his enjoyment in the company of finger food and allow Barnaby to make an utter fool of himself for making such a huge fuss over these little things he'd had to face tonight that were nothing at all.
All of this of course leads only to one conclusion. Barnaby is being a jerk, and he needs to stop being a jerk, so with a heavy sigh and a quick adjustment of his glasses he stands with his feet evenly spaced apart, left hand placed smoothly on Kotetsu's shoulder and right hand suspended in the air, palm upward in acceptance. Barnaby stands there, nods, and waits. The sudden composure written on his face is more of a deterrent from those quiet voices surrounding them but underneath it, there is an unspoken apology, an explanation and understanding that's much deeper than the brief words he offers. That this is his fault. He caused this, not you.]
I apologize for my behavior. Please, continue.