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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[beardedveteran]

[ It doesn't take a genius to notice the scattered onlookers' eyes drawing to Re-l whenever she pauses to converse with another guest, turns to accept a drink from one of the waiters milling about. Except that Kotetsu is one of those snatching glances now and then, and with the speed of her turning back towards the centre of the room, he certainly isn't the only one who has to actually remind himself to change drink-holding hands before pretending to check his watch. Another guy's already fallen prey to that trap, he's noticed, leaving the event ashamed and clutching a jacket dripping with champagne-- it's only made him redouble his efforts not to do the same.

Other than exchange the brief conversation with other wandering guests on the choice of music the orchestra's got tonight or when do they think they'll uncover the buffet, he can't think of anything better to do. It feels like he should be on guard duty or have his boss here, or-- something. Anything to alleviate his boredom. Even work or an unexpected mission would spice things up a little. Sliding his phone out his pocket, he takes a sip from his wineglass as he unlocks it- and nearly inhales the drink instead upon Re-l's touch and her voice so near to him, pausing to mentally run through the physical actions involved in safely swallowing liquid without choking all over a well-dressed lady. He turns to face her, immediately putting the phone away again-- she's far more attention-commanding than some imaginary missed calls. ]

No-- yeah, I am! Loving the, uh- [ Giving a vague wave of his free hand towards the orchestra, currently on standby; his point is defeated before he even made it. The defeated slump is more in his tone of voice than his actual posture. ] ...That obvious, huh? Sorry.

[awakenings]

[She takes his excuses in stride, actually expecting them. She'd be making things up for herself if she could, but she knows it's fairly obvious that she's as bored as he is. The people are all the same; the surroundings are just as they are. She can take them or leave them. She gives him a slightly indulgent smile and makes sure he's not going to spit out what's rest of his drink in surprise before she speaks.]

It's all right. I feel the same way.

[It's all just boring. She shrugs but holds out her hand.]

A little break from the monotonous. Dance with me.