[ 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. ]
[ god, this really is the cheesiest fucking song ever. She's not sure how she ended up with it, or how she knows it so well. Never in a million years would she have thought she'd find herself listening to songs about things like love and marriage and babies. (Babies? Yeah, no thanks. But... hm. "Maya Quill". She'd never thought of that before.)
Funny how his presence in her life has changed so much, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. Part of her had expected a relationship to feel stifling, like the abbey, but she's never felt more free.
She breaks off her humming to lean in and kiss him, slowly, gently, as they dance. ]
[ He grins. ] Personally, I think you look hot no matter what you wear.
Buuuut, nah, we can go find somewhere extra dingy and divey, if you want. With one or two fights already going on, so you don't have to worry about me starting one.
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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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Funny how his presence in her life has changed so much, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. Part of her had expected a relationship to feel stifling, like the abbey, but she's never felt more free.
She breaks off her humming to lean in and kiss him, slowly, gently, as they dance. ]
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... Cute song, by the way.
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[ still blushing? Still blushing. ]
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After all, you're datin' me, right? [ He's joking, of course. Mostly. ]
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[ And he just smirks. ]
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[ It's about then that the next song stars blaring out of her ECHO, and the difference is so jarring, she actually jumps. ]
Damn shuffle.
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Shit, that actually scared me. Don't you hate when that happens?
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I can't believe that got us both.
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I do appreciate you trying to save me from the big bad synth trumpet, though.
[ She goes ahead and shuts her ECHO off, leaving it on the table with her headphones. ]
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[ He rolls his eyes as she moves (and for the record, he totally would've kicked that synth trumpet's ass), then bounces on the balls of his feet. ]
So. Back to chores, or?
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Y'know, you and I could always grab a drink...?
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Buuuut, nah, we can go find somewhere extra dingy and divey, if you want. With one or two fights already going on, so you don't have to worry about me starting one.
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