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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D'aww, Tara. Have a different redhead than usual?

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[Partially endeared and partially amused by Tara's strange insistence on keeping her gaze lowered, Claudia tilts her head down and slightly to the side, trying to catch the other girl's eye.] So... are you afraid you'll miss a step? Or are our feet actually that interesting? [She's teasing. She can't help it.]

She does have a thing for redheads~.

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[Tara gives a slight start and an even softer "eep" when she finally catches Claudia's eye, and then she actually does miss a step, just barely missing Claudia's foot.

It takes another second or so for her to catch up.] W-What? Oh. [And then back down to their feet her gaze goes, albeit this time briefly.]

...y-you do have, um, very nice shoes.

I wish I could have tagged you with a Willow. But I'm afraid I wouldn't do her justice. Sob.

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[Claudia notices the misstep, but she makes no comment on it. Honestly, she's not exactly the most graceful dancer herself, so.]

...Yeeah, they're not exactly typical slow-dancing shoes, though. [Sneakers. Converse, specifically. She's not a very girly dresser, at all. (Besides wearing jewelry and having painted nails, anyway.) The last time she even wore a skirt was probably when she was like, twelve.] ...And now I feel sort of out of place. But to be honest? I don't even own a pair of heels. [She's not actually proud of that fact, but it's the truth.]

This journal is three days old. I am still very much in voice testing. No worries T_T

[moontothetide]

[It's true that they probably make something of an odd pair, especially with Tara in her nice blouse and flowy skirt in soft pastels. But Tara doesn't mind. She's certainly noticed, but Tara is the sort of girl who's always found herself drawn to opposites.]

Oh, um, th-that's okay. [More than okay. Tara is about as sensible as it's possible to be in two inch heels, but it's a good thing they're moving slowly.] It's smart. Not wearing heels. V-Very, um, practical. After all, i-if... [And here she hastens to think up something witty to say. When she does, she blurts it out without thinking much further than having something witty to say. Forcing a smile:] ...i-if monsters broke down the door a-and started attacking people, you'd be in great shape!

[...and then she seems to wilt slightly, as she actually realizes what she just said. Smooth, Tara. Smooth.

It hasn't been that long since she's had to flirt with someone, has it?]

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[Claudia doesn't generally make a habit of asking girls to dance, especially since she's only on campus for work, but... Tara's noticeable shyness, as well as awkwardness, were what drew Claudia to her in the first place. Plus, she has some time to spare, it's not as if the artifact she's here looking for is causing too much chaos.

That blurted joke? Yeah, that's almost too close to home, so she ends up laughing at it if only because of the irony.] You know, I always try to keep that in mind when choosing an outfit. Though there are some heels that could probably make pretty decent weapons in that situation, if I didn't have any others on me. [...In fact she has her mini-Tesla, but it's rather small and lodged safely in her pocket, so. No worries?]

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B-But then you'd, y-you'd have to get close enough to step on their feet. I-If they even had feet.

[It's hardly a guaranteed thing, in Tara's neck of the woods.]

...n-not that, um, monsters are real, o-or anything like that.

[Except for the bit where they so totally are, and could be lurking among the partygoers right now. In fact, this thought is worrying enough to make Tara cast a wary glance around them at the general scene. It's been so long since she's been anywhere without one of Buffy's group within calling distance.]

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Or I could just take them off and throw them. Stilettos could probably be just as deadly as ninja stars, if you think about it. [...Ninja stars. Yep, just let your inner-geek shine through there, Claude.] The only problem with that is I don't think I could stand in stilettos, let alone go into battle with them.

[Idly, she plays with a strand of Tara's hair between her fingers, grinning.] They aren't? I think that depends entirely on your definition of "monster". My friend Pete could probably eat four dozen cookies in one sitting. Thus, we sometimes refer to him as the Cookie Monster. But he wouldn't attack people. He only attacks cookies. [She pauses, looking thoughtful.] And pie. But mostly cookies.