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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[most_feared]

"What experiment?" He asked with the hesitance of a man who expected to find himself high at any moment as some mysterious gas filled the room. Yet, he kept dancing, even if his smile faded.

[timesbureaucrat]

"An experiment in human sociology and social rituals," Narvin replied. He looked at Kay's unsmiling face. "I don't think it's working."

He wondered whether he should give up before he embarrassed himself further, but the dancing wasn't bad.

[most_feared]

His shoulders dropped in a visible sigh as he kept dancing. "Alright. I see..." A safe experiment. Better to encourage those. "Then this is sweet of you." He flinched a slighter smile this time, though one just as keenly meant.

[timesbureaucrat]

Oh, and then Kay was smiling again. That was better. He dropped a few lingering kisses on Kay's jaw and steered their dancing towards the bedroom and the anthurium bestrewn bed.

[most_feared]

He followed after him, realizing this was a signal if there ever was one. But then-

Then there's the bed covered in flowers that look a little bit like Chloriphid noses and/or genitalia. It's enough to give him slight pause in his dancing, and probably enough for him to bump into Narvin.

[timesbureaucrat]

Things were going well again, Kay was following his hint to move towards the bedroom...and then suddenly a hiccup in the plan as Kay stopped for a moment.

"Is there something wrong?"

Narvin glanced over his shoulder to see if there was some unexpected problem. But everything looked just as he'd left it. Bed. Candles. And anthurium everywhere, their stamens sticking up towards the ceiling.

[most_feared]

He stared at the bed. And the little flowers. Pointing at the ceiling.

"Nope."

Because sometimes when you loved, you lied. You lied with every ounce of love within you and you meant that lie because the person you were telling it to deserved it. He turned, grabbed Narvin's hands, and tugged him right down onto the bed.

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin smiled as he fell on the bed, crushing anthurium stamens. He was getting better at human courtship and marriage traditions after all.