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Purple Crow
Guest
@ Golden Flowerfall
He blinked.
She was laughing.
Why was she laughing? It was a pretty sound, but it was embarrassing when he wasn't trying to be funny. His face grew even warmer, and he looked to the side.
At least the girl didn't appear to be angry about the hand on her waist. The hand on his shoulder honestly might have been making him blush more than the laughing, although he would hate to admit how easily such a simple gesture flustered him.
"Well, we're about to find out," he said, and began taking little steps.
He spun them around in slow circles that didn't quite match the tempo of the music. As he moved, his gaze dropped to their feet, and it lingered there. He was trying to be careful, and not interrupt their dance by stepping on her, or on the excess fabric of her dress.
"We seem to be surviving so far," he said, glancing up from the floor to smile at her. "I think ye were lying. Yer a lovely dancer."
He blinked.
She was laughing.
Why was she laughing? It was a pretty sound, but it was embarrassing when he wasn't trying to be funny. His face grew even warmer, and he looked to the side.
At least the girl didn't appear to be angry about the hand on her waist. The hand on his shoulder honestly might have been making him blush more than the laughing, although he would hate to admit how easily such a simple gesture flustered him.
"Well, we're about to find out," he said, and began taking little steps.
He spun them around in slow circles that didn't quite match the tempo of the music. As he moved, his gaze dropped to their feet, and it lingered there. He was trying to be careful, and not interrupt their dance by stepping on her, or on the excess fabric of her dress.
"We seem to be surviving so far," he said, glancing up from the floor to smile at her. "I think ye were lying. Yer a lovely dancer."