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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[antiwar]

[ ... And his eyes like slowly side-eye Claire and his grip on him tightens. ]


Oh.

[vinovidivici]

[ Howl is getting the most deadeyed look to enjoy while Claire processes this sudden interruption to his evening of failed marriage proposals.

There's a chance he could extort some cash from this. Is this guy willing to pay to have him play along? Or would that be taking advantage of someone obviously in dire trouble... Maybe he doesn't need remuneration for this insult. As luck would have it the guy is slight and coiffed enough to pass for a girl from behind (and even at certain angles from the front). However he's also wearing (worryingly tight) pants which kind of undermine the chances of anyone thinking a beautiful girl just grabbed him.

After several long seconds of frosty deliberation Claire smiles and takes hold of Howl's hand. Mercy is the reserve of the strong - and if this gets any weirder he'll just scalp this guy and sell his hair for wigs. ] Well, since you said please...

[antiwar]

[ The world hated him. The world wanted him to suffer. Howl blinks repeatedly, as if he could somehow vanish the sight before him if he'd done it enough times, and a surprised noise lodges itself in his throat as his hand is grabbed. He glances over his shoulder, quickly, at Elsa, who seems to be talking to some real "Wise Guys." Or accompanied by them?

Okay, so he knew she had a ring on her finger the whole time. But if he didn't know any better, these men looked like American old-time Gangsters. The kinds he had read about and seen in movies. He swallows a bit roughly, looking back at Claire, as a bout of nervous laughter leaves his throat. Lovely.

He hoped this man didn't get the wrong idea, but could he really complain? His expression becomes increasingly regretful as he reflects on the stupidity of his recklessness, before he offers Claire a more apologetic look. Yes, he decided he could finally meet the man's eyes. What a horrendous situation. ]

Ah, I'm sorry. I'm sure you get this all of the time, but I thought you were a beautiful woman!

[vinovidivici]

Is that right? [ There's now a hand placed flat below your shoulder blades. If you're going to have him dance then Claire's going to be the one leading. The smile is still erring on the amused side of predatory: lucky for you he's developed a thick skin about being mistaken for a woman. ] You're actually not wrong about that, but normally people don't make that mistake without knowing my name.

[ As he's finishing talking Claire taps his thumb lightly against Howl's knuckles to the beat of the music - one, two, three, four - and steps forward with his right foot. ]