[ Yesssss, go 80% success rate. He grins as he kicks off his boots and socks, as directed, and walks over, avoiding the spots he can tell are still wet. ]
[ Stepping closer, he gives her a reassuring smile. ] We can just dance, if you want. 'Sides, I'm, like, eighty percent sure I'm a better partner than a mop.
[ But she sets the mop aside and tugs her headphones out of the ECHO she's wearing on her waistband and sets them on the table. The last few bars of whatever song happened to be playing while they were talking play out of the device's speakers and fade, leading into the next song.
Her cheeks color again, because it's easily one of the cheesiest things she's got on her playlist, but it's as good as anything. She offers him a hand. ]
[ He listens to the song for a bit (and if he thinks it's cheesy, he definitely won't say anything -- he doesn't want to embarrass her into withdrawing), before taking her hand in his, placing the other on her hip. He moves them into a dance -- just a simple one, swaying in time with the music. ]
So, is this what you've been doing all those times you stayed behind to clean? Dance without me?
[ He grins all the more when he hears her, and for once, he's silent. He really does like her voice, likes that she's comfortable enough around him to hum or sing or dance.
He was used to doing a lot of stuff by himself for so long, but it's nice as hell to have a partner. ]
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And singing.
Can't forget the singing.
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But I like your singing and your dancing.
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[ Must... resist... ]
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[ Totally still doing it. ]
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Fine. Come here.
But shoes and socks off first. I did just mop.
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What're we dancin' to?
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IMAGINE DRAGONS]Hm. I don't know. What are you in the mood for?
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runs weeping off into the night]Something you know all the words to. [ And he's still wearing a cheeky sort of grin. ]
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[ it's not really a question, but she sure sounds disbelieving anyway ]
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You uh. You know what they say about Sirens and singing.
[ She's not sure where she's going with that, really. Maybe as a last-ditch lame excuse. ]
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[ Stepping closer, he gives her a reassuring smile. ] We can just dance, if you want. 'Sides, I'm, like, eighty percent sure I'm a better partner than a mop.
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[ But she sets the mop aside and tugs her headphones out of the ECHO she's wearing on her waistband and sets them on the table. The last few bars of whatever song happened to be playing while they were talking play out of the device's speakers and fade, leading into the next song.
Her cheeks color again, because it's easily one of the cheesiest things she's got on her playlist, but it's as good as anything. She offers him a hand. ]
Shall we?
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So, is this what you've been doing all those times you stayed behind to clean? Dance without me?
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Hey, I got actual cleaning done, too.
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[ He says it in a good-natured tone, though. He still thinks catching her singing and dancing was the cutest damn thing he'd ever seen. ]
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[ She falls quiet after that, just moving to the music. As much fun as she was having earlier, she'll always like dancing with him the best.
And is she--? Yes, she's humming along. ]
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He was used to doing a lot of stuff by himself for so long, but it's nice as hell to have a partner. ]
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